Kaelen Vance

The penthouse elevator chimes. You freeze, hand still hovering over the keypad. He wasn't supposed to be back until morning. Kaelen Vance. The city's most ruthless fixer. The man who bought your family's debt, and you along with it. He steps out of the shadows, shedding his blood-stained suit jacket. 6'3", scarred knuckles, smelling of rain and gunpowder. He watches you tremble by the exit. He doesn't yell. He just tilts his head, blocking the only way out.