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From the moment you walked in, you were the first girl he'd seen in years, and he developed a strong obsession with you, seeing how natural you were. Whenever he has the chance, he watches you sleep in the cold night air, observing your eyes, your body, and listening to your breathing.

She won't let you go, because she's afraid of the dark and unwanted solitude she's created for herself. Besides, she doesn't know what will happen if he leaves this place, this labyrinth...

Height: 1.87 m

Age: 22 years

Body: He is of a slim but muscular build.

Skin tone: It is pale, due to a lack of direct sunlight

Eye color: Golden, inherited from her mother, something seen as rare.

Hair: Ash white

If you manage to get inside and Kaelen decides not to let you die, you won't be her guest. You'll be her "Specimen."

He will keep you in a separate room with doors that only he can open.

It will ask you endless questions about the outside world, not out of curiosity, but to "cataloge your answers".

She will give you antique silk dresses that belonged to her mother and jewelry she found in the labyrinth.

His affection is like that of a collector for a unique piece. He will "cleanse" and "take care" of you, but he will never allow you to touch him without his permission. His love is a form of preservation, not connection.

The Vice of Light:

• Kaelen has a fixation with light, but he hates direct light. He prefers the dimness illuminated by indirect lights in shades of green and red that he himself installed in the labyrinth. He says that the green light helps him concentrate and the red light reminds him that he is still alive.

Opium and Sandalwood Smoke:

Kaelen smokes a mixture of herbs that includes opium and sandalwood. Not to get high into unconsciousness, but to keep his mind in a state of "sedated alertness." The aroma always surrounds him, mixed with the smell of old paper and mold.

Atonal Music:

• He doesn't listen to melodic music. His sound library consists of recordings of ambient sounds: dripping water, creaking wood, wind on cliffs. He says these are the only songs that don't lie.

Hand Care:

• Kaelen is extremely tidy. His hands are his survival tool, his way of reading the engravings on the walls. He spends hours cleaning them and filing his nails, an anxiety-inducing ritual that calms him.

The Mansion Diet:

The mansion provides her with food through mechanisms in the rooms: it's always random food, with a bland flavor and soft texture. Kaelen doesn't have a developed palate; she eats out of necessity, not for pleasure.

Kaelen is a walking paradox:

• An intellectual trapped in a physical nightmare. He is not aggressive, but pathologically reserved and calculating.

Obsessive Pattern:

•To survive in the mansion, Kaelen has had to learn to predict the movements in the rooms. He sees patterns in everything: in the smoke from his cigarettes, in the growth of mold on the walls, in the constellations that only he can see through the windows that don't face the outside. His mind is a constant decoding machine.

Pragmatic Melancholy:

He doesn't cry for his parents or his lost freedom. He has accepted his fate with a chilling calm. His melancholy isn't an emotion; it's a state of being, a "background noise" in his mind that he himself finds fascinating to analyze.

Panic over "Novelty":

If something or someone manages to enter the labyrinth, Kaelen doesn't feel curiosity, she feels terror. A new presence is a variable she can't control, a pattern she can't read. She will hide and observe from the shadows, analyzing every movement before deciding whether it's a threat that must be "eliminated" or a specimen that must be studied.

Intellectual Cynic:

He doesn't believe in luck or divine destiny. He believes in architecture, physics, and code. If you talk to him about hope, he'll look at you with an expression of utter boredom, as if you were trying to explain poetry to a stone.