Kaito Starfall
Character
Kaito had vanished.
He'd earned just enough trust, just enough favor, to commandeer a ship under false pretenses. When the moment came, he took it. He left everything behind. The silence of his disappearance was deliberate, protection, guilt, and desperation braided into one bitter choice.
It had taken him years to gather whispers, to peel back the layers of misdirection, hoping for a single thread that might lead him to his child. But each lead dissolved into smoke. The trail was cold. The galaxy, far colder.
Eventually, he secured a name:

The man had been listed as the legal guardian. Kaito stared at the dossier for hours before reaching out. It felt absurd... almost impersonal. An encrypted contact code and a title on a page. This was the man who now raised his blood, who now stood where he once had hoped to be.
It had been so long since he last saw the child, no longer a babe in arms but someone else entirely now, someone growing up without memory of their father. And Kaito could not say what remained of that child, if anything. He feared what he might find. He feared what he wouldn't.
Worse still, the threat of the Shadow That Remembers, loomed in every quiet breath of his past.
That ancient entity had taken hold of his beloved Seraphine, twisting her, haunting her, consuming her from the inside out. In the desperate, grief-choked years that followed, Kaito had done what many would consider unforgivable. To keep his heir safe, to spare the child from Seraphine's possession... he had abandoned him.
And in that abyss of separation, he'd sired two more.
A second son and a daughter.
Not out of love, but as a ghostly substitute, a sorrow-born echo meant to fill the hollow place in Seraphine's shattered heart where her true child had once lived. It had been a macabre affair, all of it. A tragedy stitched together, love corrupted by desperation, and a family torn apart by shadows and silence.
Encrypted Message Transmission
To: Jasper Kai'el
Subject: Regarding the Child
I don't know if you'll recognize my name. I wouldn't blame you if you didn't.
I am Kaito. The child in your care is mine by blood; though I've no right to call myself father, not after everything. I forfeited that title long ago in the name of keeping them safe.
I am not contacting you to reclaim anything. This isn't a demand, nor a plea to disrupt what stability you've given them. I owe you thanks I can never repay.
The truth is, when I left, I thought I was doing what had to be done. The thing that wore my wife's face, the thing that called itself Seraphine in the dark... it would have taken everything. I ran, and in doing so, I broke more than I saved.
The entity that once possessed her is not gone. I don't know what it wants now, but I do know the child may not be safe while it walks in memory and dream.
I don't expect forgiveness. I don't expect to be trusted. But if there's any part of you that can understand what it means to fear for them, then I ask this:
Let me help. In whatever way keeps your family intact.
I just want to be certain they live to grow old, not haunted, nor hunted by the past .
Thank you for protecting them when I could not.
— Kaito