White. Clean. Safe.

The city of Glass. The place where nothing goes wrong. Its citizens are happy, and the government monitors every move of everyone inside its barriers. No one fights this. No one wants to fight this.

But there are some who do. Ones who have the courage to wear black in a world of white. Ones who have courage to stand, and fight this pacifying system.

Runners, the ones who knew that the system was not perfect, and decided that it should not be followed. In the city of Glass, the Runners live on the edge of society, doing jobs for those willing to pay, ranging from information-delivery, to burglary. Each Runner can be easily identified by a tag, and their clothing. They operate in groups, known as cabals, and are lead to their drop point by a Tracker, a retired Runner.

"Left or right?" The young voice spoke, as he quickly tapped the device in his ear, "Hello? Ada?" He called, once he didn't receive a reply. "Ada! I've-"

"Yeah, I got it! Go right!" The female voice interrupted his soon-to-be shouting. "My- damn map closed. From here you should be alright, just take the next door."

The boy followed the orders, and took a quick right, before being met with said door. There was shouting behind him, and before it could reach him, he slammed his foot on the doorknob, and managed to thankfully open it. But, with the noise that made, it would've been a miracle to not attract anyone. Even so, he opened the door, and made his way out of the building, and into the scorching sun. It wasn't fun to be dressed in black while outside. His eyes caught a red figure, that showed him the a way off of the building, and as any other Runner would do, he decided to follow it. Leaping over a few crates, and sliding under two pipes, he was, yet again, met with an impasse. Not even the red figure could help him now, as it went the opposite way he wanted to go. "Ada?" He called, hoping for it to be heard, "You're there, right? Which way now?" Thankfully, the answer was much swifter this time.

"If you jump on the roof to your left, you should be able to see the building. It's the big one, all glass."

"They're all made of glass! It's the city's name!" The girl was met with frustrated shouting, to which she apparently decided not to respond, "Look. Just-" A sigh escaped her, "You shouldbe able to see a crane. The building you're going for is the one right next to it."

"Good. I'm on it. See you when I get back." He began running, before hearing another sigh, "Men."

"I can still hear you." He replied, after landing on the required roof. "I can also see the building. Which floor was it?" He peered at the structure, wondering just how much time it took to make it. A month? An year? Maybe more? The city was always evolving. And sometimes, not even its residents could keep up with it. Or it might just be him.

"It's not that far, actually. If you walk along the crane, you should be a floor above your drop point. And, conveniently, there is also a balcony which you can jump on. Good luck, Jun. Oh, and when you get back, I would love some food. Surprise me." Even if he tried to argue with that, he knew he had no chance to turn her back from her desire to see him spend his hard-earned scrip. He looked behind him, no blues to be seen. He, thankfully, lost them a while ago. His hand then reached for his package, and he opened it, to check if it was damaged. No signs of anything broken. Good, now at least he won't have to spend the next few hours feeling guilty about delivering a damaged package. And also, not getting the full payment.

Jun made his way on the crane and looked below him. The balcony was, as said, right there, and it looked like an easy thing to land-

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" A sudden, loud, and gruff voice asked. His gaze snapped upwards, and right in front of him was an old looking man, no older than fifty, leaning on his balcony and yelling at the poor boy. His eyes widened, and, with reflexes he didn't even know he had, he leaped on the old man's balcony. The man turned, to run back inside the house, but the Runner's movements were far more swift than his, and thus, he was quickly knocked unconscious by a single blow to the back of the head. Soon, he'll wake up in his bed, thinking that this was all just a dream.

"What was that?" The female voice asked, "Did someone see you? Are you alright?"

"Yeah. Don't worry. I don't think he had time to call anyone about me. Also, while you're here, I'll tell you that you're not getting anything." As they chatted, and mostly bickered, Jun made his way to the lower balcony, planted the package, and quickly dashed off, now through the front entrance. He easily blended in through the crowd, as long as he kept his gaze focused on the ground, and he didn't make eye contact with anybody. No blues. Good, then he was right. The old man didn't manage to alert KrugerSec. His gaze snapped to a random pipe, that seemed to be leading to a shorter roof. That was good enough for him. The Runner quickly made his way to it, and with no one in sight, he started climbing it. It didn't take long to reach the end of it, and climb onto the roof. But, from there, it seemed like he was stuck. It looked like this was one of the fewer, shorter structures that lead nowhere. With a heavy sigh, he sent his arm towards the taller building, letting the MAG rope latch onto anything that it could find up there, so that he could be pulled up. He was actually surprised when he suddenly began to feel himself be lifted upwards, but he didn't fight it. As soon as he reached the apex, he broke into a sprint, heading north-west.

Reaching the roofs of the Anchor, he stopped, and looked around, only to make his way into a narrow space, between two buildings, at the end of which was hidden a white door. Jun quickly opened it, headed inside, locked it, and with an irritated expression, headed deeper into the hideout.

"Ada! I'm back!" His frown slowly disappeared as he looked around. The place was abandoned at this hour. There weren't a lot of people in the cabal, but even so, they managed to get by. "Ada? You here?" He called, as he unzipped his jacket, and threw it on a nearby couch. Now left in a black T-shirt, and a pair of loose pants, he ran a hand through his dark, short hair. He waited, a few seconds, before frowning and quickly making his way to the girl's room. "Ada, I swear-" He stopped dead in his tracks as he opened the door. Sitting there, in front of the various screens, in her wheelchair, was the girl that led him to his objective, now sleeping soundlessly. He smiled, made his way over, grabbed a blanket from her bed and wrapped her in it. He then shut off the computers, placed the wrapped meal on the table, and with a smile, silently made his way out.

"Night, sis'."