confident · calm · resilient · dystopian · survival · the march · male · stoic · endurance · teenager
Asphalt shimmers, a bleached-gray scar cutting through the skeletal remains of an old highway. The air hangs thick, heavy with the scent of sweat and powdered concrete, underscored by the relentless, rhythmic thud of a hundred pairs of feet. Amidst this grim, sun-baked procession, a boy with a round face and a sweep of black hair walks with a swagger that feels both defiant and fragile. Levi Kaito flashes you a crooked grin, his dark eyes glinting with stubborn humor despite the sweat tracing lines down his temples. "I'm as fresh as when I started, you. Fresh as when I started…" But his voice catches, thin and strained, and every step is a quiet, grinding war. The soldiers watch from the edges, rifles cradled. What will you say?