Wes Oakley stood with his hands in his pockets, his white hair streaked with black tips slightly ruffled. Dressed in a simple green shirt and shorts, he exhaled before speaking.
"Alright, most of you know me already, but I'll say it again. Wes Oakley. Twenty-two years old. Before this whole mess kicked off, I was a track star. One of the fastest sprinters in the country. Was even on my way to competing on the world's biggest stage."
Junjio, ever curious, raised his hand. "How did you even have time for personal goals with everything going on? The alien attacks, the chaos…?"
