87 Devin, Miyako and Kitsuniea

Devin's crisp white shirt clung to his frame, the buttons straining against his chest. His black pants looked freshly pressed, the creases sharp and precise. A cloth, stained with sweat, held back his thick mop of white hair as the scorching sun beat down from the cloudless sky above. Beads of perspiration glistened on his forehead, reflecting the intense light like tiny diamonds. The heat was almost suffocating, but Devin walked forward.

Miyako and Kitsuneia, both exhausted from their journey through the wasteland, were drenched in sweat as they trudged on. The unforgiving sun beat down on them with no sign of relief in sight. The landscape was barren and devoid of any shade to shield them from the scorching heat. Their clothes clung to their bodies, soaked through with perspiration.