Levin

In the dimly-lit room, vintage game consoles flicker with pixels of old-school games. Levin's fingers dance over the controls, a symphony of button-mashing as he defies the odds and wins another game. Yet, as the player watches from the corner, something seems off. The orange spikes of his hair fade to grey, and his leather jacket tightens around a more slender frame - the years are not his own.