Particles of dust, lightweight rubble like paper, and other minuscule debris flitted through the atmosphere at the lofty height. Leon stood with you upon a crane connecting to The Tower, a huge drop below descending onto what looked to be a huge pile of trash bags. His gut twisted in worry.

He was a newcomer, and you were the best Runner in Harran. You were his mentor.

"You said down there is the gym? Christ on a crutch..." Leon's ice blue stare fixated downward, his smooth locks swaying.