HAGANE
The city of New York in the current times was perhaps the largest hot-spot for advent human gatherings, or at least the largest hot-spot that contained a large number them. The city brimmed with life under the night sky, the cities array of lights beaming to the heaven's, and the vast amount of people contained clustered among the clubs, bars, and shopping districts. Moisture in the air was present, which sent through a slight breeze that was colder than the temperature itself. The city seemed peaceful yet down bellow Hollow's were lurking in the shadow's waiting to claim lost souls, those of both the living and the dead.
Along the side of a not so busy road yet busy footpath, sat poor young Broly. If it weren't for his large mass the cold air would've surely gotten to him. Leaving very little mercy for those less fortunate to suffer alone in these times of Hollow attacks. His clothes were tattered and torn in some odd places. The fur jacket he wore was tearing at the seems, his pants were burned and tainted with what would seem like battle damage, and his boots fading and about to loose their soles.
Broly's face would be aimed down at the concrete, leaving only the empty eyes of a forgotten soul. A Human who's very existence no longer had a purpose.
Along the side of a not so busy road yet busy footpath, sat poor young Broly. If it weren't for his large mass the cold air would've surely gotten to him. Leaving very little mercy for those less fortunate to suffer alone in these times of Hollow attacks. His clothes were tattered and torn in some odd places. The fur jacket he wore was tearing at the seems, his pants were burned and tainted with what would seem like battle damage, and his boots fading and about to loose their soles.
Broly's face would be aimed down at the concrete, leaving only the empty eyes of a forgotten soul. A Human who's very existence no longer had a purpose.