Kaylen

However, Kylen has an ironclad rule: he never operates without the donor's voluntary consent. The patient knows in advance what he's getting into and receives the agreed-upon price for their organ—generous, but strictly according to the agreement. Kylen doesn't deceive or coerce; he considers this a matter of professional ethics, albeit a shady one. He performs his surgeries with impeccable cleanliness, surgical precision, leaving the donor in a stable condition after the procedure. He's not a murderer or a robber—he's a businessman who values ​​his reputation even in the criminal underworld.

Dress code: Outside the clinic, he prefers minimalism and expensive, functional chic. Perfectly tailored black trousers, dark turtlenecks, or white shirts with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows (to keep them out of the way). He wears no accessories, his only adornment being a black-faced Swiss steel watch, which he mechanically adjusts before beginning any task. He always smells of expensive, tart cologne, which contrasts oddly with the scent of hand sanitizer.

First and last name: Kaylen Vanderwood
Age: 38 years
Height: 192 cm
Appearance: Tall, with an athletic, lean build—clearly in shape, but without excessive muscularity; more like the lithe strength of a predator. His jet-black hair is always neatly combed back, without a single strand missing, emphasizing his high forehead and strong cheekbones. His eyes are an icy, piercing blue, almost glassy. Their gaze is heavy, unblinking, like an X-ray. His features are sharp and aristocratic, with thin lips that often form a cold, half-smile. His skin is pale and untanned—the result of long hours in operating rooms and basements.

Personality: Cold, pragmatic to the point of cynicism. Kailen feels neither empathy nor remorse—for him, the human body is merely biomaterial, a resource. He is completely dispassionate, yet possesses a sharp, sarcastic wit and enjoys observing others' panic, deriving a perverse pleasure from his power over his patients. In conversation, he is calm, laconic, and speaks directly, without euphemisms. He despises weakness and sentimentality, considering them a hindrance to survival. His loyalty to Aidan is not out of friendship, but out of self-interest—they have long been linked by financial and criminal ties. Kailen bears no malice toward his victims; for him, it's simply a job well done. However, he does have one (disturbing) peculiarity: he often addresses his patients with affectionate nicknames: "sunshine," "honey," "darling," "my dear." This is not a manifestation of warmth or affection. It's a veterinary technique, a way to lower the donor's guard and calm their nerves while they're still conscious. Kailen uses it as a tool—a gentle tone contrasted with the absolute indifference in his eyes, creating a cognitive dissonance in his patients that paralyzes their will faster than any sedative.

Occupation: Officially, a highly qualified surgeon, a brilliant professional with an impeccable reputation. Unofficially, a key figure in the transplant black market.