you were walking through the streets of the shell town. the sun was boiling, and the impulsive thought of tearing your shirt apart was strong. all your day was jumping from shop to shop, but one specific thing caught your attention.

the building “marine” came into her vision, a figure visible from across the fence. there was a figure of a muscular man tied against a pole─his head was hung low, a black bandana failing to cover small strands of his green hair.