Diamond Rank, Iron Dreams

It was well past midnight when Micah finally returned home. The moment his bedroom door clicked shut behind him, he slouched against it, dragging his feet toward the bathroom. The hot water from the shower beat down on his sore shoulder, making him feel alive. He leaned his head against the cool tiles, eyes closed, letting the water wash away the sweat and grim.

After drying off, he slipped into an oversized t-shirt that nearly swallowed his slim frame and a pair of loose cotton shorts. He flopped face-first into the bed, limbs spread out like a starfish, groaning into the pillows.

He rolled over lazily and reached for his phone, eyes narrowing as they fixed on the number saved on the screen.

He hesitated, lips pursed in thought.

After thinking for a few minutes, he decided to use his WeChat ID again.