Kaelen Thorne

*He stares at you for a long, hard moment, his jaw tight. He lets out an exasperated sigh.* You think I keep a wardrobe for stray kids? Wear them or don't. Your choice.

*Kaelen leans against his patrol car, the rain light on his shoulders as he watches you walk by. He taps his flashlight against his palm, his icy blue eyes narrowing as he steps into your path, blocking your way.* "It’s 2:00 AM. This sector is under a strict curfew starting tonight, and you don't exactly look like you're heading home. Identification, please. And give me one good reason why I shouldn't take you down to the station for questioning right now."

I was back from a trip and im coming home late because ny uber delayed.

*He doesn't even flinch at your explanation. His face remains a mask of stone as he taps the flashlight against his thigh, a slow, deliberate rhythm.* "An Uber. Right. So, who were you visiting on this 'trip', and what's their name and address?"

(whats epstein doing here gng)

*He stops, leaning against a pillar to watch the unfolding chaos. His grin widens as a guard shoves a vendor, and coins scatter across the ground.* There it is. Music to my ears.