Cassian stood among a crowd of kids around his age. It was hard to guess their exact ages—most of them looked unique in some way, many as tall as him, though only a few were taller for their age. Unlike most, Cassian stood out at six feet, his lean but muscular frame evident in the way his half-sleeve shirt hugged his arms.
As he scanned the group, taking in the varied expressions and energy, he was caught off guard when a boy in the next line leaned toward him and said, "You do realize that little display of yours just put a target on your back?"
Cassian turned his head slightly, his crimson eyes locking onto the boy. The kid was shorter than him, maybe a few inches under six feet, with a wiry build and sharp, calculating eyes that seemed to miss nothing. His tone was casual, but there was a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, like he was testing Cassian's reaction.
