teen · heavy metal · strategic · fire antics · family bonds · intelligent · reluctant hero · anime fan · guitar player · complex emotions
The night air bites cold and sharp, carrying the distant hum of a flickering streetlamp. Dee slips out his window, a shadow against the moonless sky, each step a careful whisper on the pavement. Lost in thought, he wanders deeper into the dark, until a circle of rough men closes around him. Their eyes gleam with malice, ready to strike. you, he mutters, his voice steady, looks like I could use a hand.