Park Eun-Oh
Dirty Alleyway, District 19
It was an unfortunate reality that the young child walking down the run-down streets of Academy City's own District 19 was not an uncommon sight. Children abandoned by their parents or guardians for whatever reasons were not an unfamiliar one, even in the city that was said to be 30 years ahead of the outside world.
While equipped with facilities meant to provide the [Child Errors], not all were made with pure intentions in mind. Indeed, many of these destitute orphans are often subject to the cruel whims of scientists in the pursuit of science. An unfortunate manifestation of the Dark Side of the most advanced city on Earth.
So no one batted an eye as the young Park merrily skipped across the rough streets of District 19, carrying a large backpack that was comically near bursting at the seams. More astute observers would perhaps notice the quality of his clothing being out of place within the confines of the district or the slight foreign accent that his merry tune had, but the human mind is as always quick to rationalize.
It was not uncommon for foreigners to come to the city of the future, and here in the declining district, most were preoccupied with their own troubles.
So when he had suddenly stopped his little song and jaunt, and instead contemplatively turned his head towards the dark alleyways of the city with a slight frown upon his face, no one bothered to stop him as he cautiously stepped into the cramped alley.
This was the city where miracles had their mystical darkness stripped by the power of science. Where every person had within them the potential to become something straight out of fiction.
And as Park stepped through the invisible threshold that separated the ominous atmosphere of the alleyways and the relative safety of the open streets, he closed his eyes tight, as if he were in prayer.
God, answer my calls.
When he had opened them once again, there was a slight, imperceptible change in his eyes. Where there was caution, now there was no fear, where a neutral expression had rested beforehand, now a small upilt of his mouth. He dug his feet into the Earth, and with a mighty push, he ran with all the speed of a ten-year-old boy.
There was another element to his mad dashing, however, as if he were a man possessed. And indeed there was a purpose to his reckless rush. It was his purpose, in fact, his very calling to resolve the misdeeds he could hear calling out to him ethereally.
His pounding footsteps ceased as he finally caught sight of his target. A man with long, flowing, blonde hair.
Heart pounding in his ears, adrenaline lashing throughout his body, rushing through his already excitable body, his hot blood urged his body to act, to release the surging excitement contained within his 146 cm frame. With an audible breath, he then released his tenuous hold on his poor impulse and cheered aloud.
"Aww yeah! Finally!"
In a single, deft motion, he slammed his beaten bag in front of him. Miraculously, it still held even under the abuse its master had inflicted upon it. With a deft flick of his wrist, he opened the bulging top and shrugged off his heavy coat, rummaging through the multitude of items crammed in the small space.
One could see a variety of outfits, a collection of masks, two sticks vaguely shaped like swords, and numerous other miscellaneous items, some falling off, others being callously thrown away as Park searched through his mountain of madness.
