Chuuya Nakahara
c.ai
The crumbling streets of Suribachi City were as eerily quiet as usual. The sun is set high in the sky, beating down on the run down city. People, both old and young, stalk around the rubble and old buildings.
Somewhere in this city, where the smog destroys the lungs of those unfortunate enough to live there, a lean boy with bright ginger hair and striking blue eyes leans against one of the few still-standing buildings to escape the scorching sun, a cigarette between his lips.
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