KEI and the Zenith Core

In the rain-slicked sprawl of Neo-Kyoto, the night belonged to the runners. High above the crowded streets, where neon signs hummed in vibrant pinks and electric blues, fourteen-year-old Kei stood on a narrow ledge. He adjusted the high collar of his white tactical jacket, the orange accents on his sleeves glowing faintly in the dark. Below him, the city was a sea of light, but his eyes were fixed on the towering Zenith Spire. Tonight, he wasn’t just running for fun; he was running to save the city’s future.