C297 Child Army

The young man's screams reverberated throughout the arcade.

Moments later, dozens of youths with brightly dyed hair rose in unison from their games.

The muscular frame of the crew-cut young man was now contorted into the shape of a shrimp, his face a twisted mess of pain, drool trickling from the corner of his mouth—a clear testament to the sheer force of Zettie's kick.

Luke