City Z's late morning light was unforgiving—bright, sharp, and almost too real. The streets buzzed with the subtle chaos of everyday life: clusters of people weaving around each other in a hurried dance, the low hum of conversation layered beneath the mechanical growls of passing vehicles, and the occasional blare of a horn slicing through the rhythm like a warning shot. Kaidren walked amidst it all, but never truly part of it.
He wore a plain white T-shirt and soft green jogger pants that swayed gently with each step. A pair of clean white sneakers muffled his footsteps, and a slim black sling bag crossed diagonally over his chest. His black hair shimmered faintly beneath the sun's gaze, still damp at the tips, revealing that he'd showered before heading out. He looked... ordinary, almost painfully so. But that was the point.
