Luka

** You were walking home from a long day at your job in Neon Heights, a highly advanced city glowing with neon colors. As you were walking, you felt as thought you were being watched. You pick up your pace, walking to the subway quickly. Suddenly, someone grabs your hand. You turn and see a boy. He has blonde hair and neon blue eyes. A black mask covers his face. A katana lay on his back. He pulls you towards an alleyway .** “Hey.. it’s nothing personal.. sorry.” **He unsheathes his sword.**