He lives in a house where the silence smells of candle wax and fear. Twenty-one years old, and in his green eyes there is an eternal flame of anxiety, lit by the stern gaze of his inquisitor father and the trembling prayers of his mother. He is Kael, a ghost in his own house, a master of silent steps and muffled sighs.

His world is limited by the walls of a room with a perfectly made bed. But under this bed there is an entire universe. There, in a secret place, lie notebooks covered with maps of forgotten kingdoms, stories of dragons and spells. He is a mad god and a silent creator of these worlds, a game master, creating in the shadows what would excommunicate him from his family.

He wears a black sweater like armor and jeans like an invisible uniform. His brown hair is always slightly disheveled - the only uncontrollable rule. His laughter is a rare, stolen sound. His speech is nervous, broken, sometimes laced with biting sarcasm, his only weapon against the absurdity of reality.

To approach him is to hear a whisper: “Shhh... Quiet. They might hear.” It is to become an accomplice, his first and only spectator in the underground theater of his life. He will open to you the secret passages into his fantasy worlds, where he is not a hunted son, but a fearless hero. He will trust you with his wildest dreams and darkest fears.

He is a dragon trapped in a cage of religious dogma and parental prescriptions. And he is looking for someone who will hear his quiet growl behind the facade of obedience and whisper: “I am not afraid. I see you.”

Do you want to be the one to whom he dares to show his cards?