The morning sky over the Capital was a soft blue, painted with streaks of gold as the sun began to rise. Birds chirped in the distance, and the city, though enormous, was relatively calm at this hour. Amidst that serenity, a ten-year-old boy ran through the quiet streets, his white hair tied back, his breaths rhythmic, and his eyes sharp.
Despite coming to the Capital with his family for what was supposed to be a vacation, his routine hadn't wavered. Even at ten, Leon maintained a strict regimen, early runs, balance drills, focused breathing exercises. His EX-Rank talent hadn't awakened yet, but his discipline already shone like a beacon.
As he turned a corner near an industrial zone, he slowed to a halt.
His eyes narrowed.
A large figure, cloaked and hurried, was dragging someone through the alley ahead. A girl… gagged and bound.
"What's going on here?" Leon muttered.
