The Forged Sketch

The dark figure stepped out of the shadows and into the dim light of the hallway. Kaelen stood there. His face was pale and drawn, a heavy stain of dark blood soaking through the side of his tailored shirt and dripping onto the polished floor.

Nara stared at him, feeling nothing but a cold wave of irritation. The sight of his blood did not stir a single ounce of pity in her chest.

"What the hel