anonymousUser920
Hamilcar Wilson isn't lost - he's running.
From America, from the Nationals, from the Locust he wrecked, from the version of himself he can't stand to remember. But Japan isn't the clean slate he hoped for. It's a mirror. And every day, it shows him a boy who doesn't know what he wants, who he is, or why the emptiness in his chest keeps growing.
He's fast - sprinting, swimming, tank racing - but nothing he tries fills the hollow space inside him. Not sports, not summer at Saunders, not jokes about dessert, not pretending he's fine.
And then the mist rolls in, the streetlights blur, and Hamilcar realizes the truth he's been avoiding:
He's not searching for a hobby.
He's searching for himself.
Hamilcar is thrown into the quiet battles he can't dodge - identity, belonging, loneliness, and the fear that he'll never be enough.
He's done waiting for a match.
He's done waiting for someone to choose him.
This time, Hamilcar fights for the one thing he's never had.
A reason to stay.