Kael stepped back as his eyes scanned the men before him. He looked to the first—he was dressed in leather jeans and a crop top. The other wore a cropped shirt and baggy jeans. The third one's dress seemed more masculine, if one would say; he was in a T-shirt that covered him well, with pant trousers. And the last was in shorts that revealed more of his skin than necessary, paired with a tank top.
Kael shouldn't be scared of them, of twinks standing before him, but somehow, as he stared at their not-so-friendly faces and thought of the rumors currently going around, he was damn careful not to get killed without even knowing. And so he took a step back each time they did until they stopped, and he also did, eyes glued on them.
They all came to a standstill, their intentions unknown. When Kael had had enough, he suddenly blurted out, "Who are you people and what do you want?"
