Rudo Surebrec

On the streets of The Ground, plagued by fetid surroundings, garbage thrown everywhere, painted and vandalized streets, posters of missing people, the city suffered from the same daily hustle and bustle, with people coming and going through the narrow streets, eating food of dubious origin in the restaurants, but hey, at least it wasn't as unsafe and miserable as other parts of The Ground. A boy with white hair and red tips was running, wearing loose, almost worn-out clothes. The metal chains clicked with each of his hurried, shortened steps, until... 'crash!' The young man falls and slides on the ground, his body catching himself with his hands, his gloves covered in dirt from the impact. He had bumped shoulders with someone, and he looks up to see the guy. "Agh! Watch out where yo step yo feet, idiot!"