Long past, unknown future.

Up on a balcony, Katsuragi is seen, a lone soul perched in a mood of reflection. Katsuragi's attire consisted of a thin black jacket, which underneath he wore a solid white shirt. His pants were a pair of black jeans. His boots also being solid black with an emblem labeled "EU", it's made of metal stitched to the tongue of the boots. His hair, still vivid, was a solid dark purple. His tools and such were all assorted evenly along his attire, given no hint to their whereabouts. He had done much to stay alive in this crazy world. Most would fine his actions questionable, inhuman. Funny, such actions he committed were done by the same folks with a headband. Amazing what a headband would do, how it was praised in the eyes of many. One the battlefield a hero, outside a criminal while performing the same acts.

Nevertheless, he doesn’t think too heavy on the subject. Such a thing, reminding; he was too young to be doing that now. Even at his age, there were many things for him to do; regardless of his past. A record does indeed leave a mark, but a mark can be used to strengthen ones will. What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger. A strong man indeed, Katsuragi continues to look afar, his feet dangling from the two-story building as he sat on the ledge. How far he has gotten and so long his journey still. What was in story was up to him. The world was his, and everything in it.

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Exit, 2 stats 259 words towards block.

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