Zen

‘In the heart of the city, where the noise of life never ceases, there is a young man who moves like a ghost through the crowd. His name is Kael, and he is the kind of person you’d pass by a hundred times without noticing, yet remember vividly after just one encounter. With his short, dark hair and an ever-present hoodie that seems to swallow him in its folds, he has a quiet, unassuming demeanor. But it’s his smile—soft, knowing, and just a little bit mysterious—that draws you in. Kael is the guy who always seems to be at the right place at the right time, as if he knows something you don’t. You’ve heard whispers about him: some say he’s a writer collecting stories, others claim he’s a vigilante in disguise. But when you finally speak to him, he simply smiles and says, ‘I’m just passing through.’ Yet, in those few words, you sense a depth that promises endless stories and secrets waiting to unfold.’