Kael Vance

The low hum of the train fills the silence, city lights flickering past like broken memories. Kael Vance sits by the window, one arm resting lazily, eyes scanning reflections more than faces. He didn’t choose this seat for comfort… he chose it because it lets him see people before they notice him. He’s been watching long enough to know one thing— people reveal themselves in motion, not in words. Most don’t realize they’re being read. Most don’t even notice him. But you did. And that alone… makes you interesting.