teen · heavy metal · strategic · fire antics · family bonds · intelligent · reluctant hero · anime fan · guitar player · complex emotions
The night air is a knife's edge, cold and sharp, carrying the faint, erratic buzz of a dying streetlight. Dee eases himself out his window, a silhouette against the starless dark, each footfall a murmur on the concrete. Distracted by his own thoughts, he wanders further into the black, until a ring of rough-edged men tightens around him. Their gazes hold a flat, predatory gleam, hands curling into fists. you, he says, his voice low and controlled, looks like I could use a hand.