My story is about a man (around 25) who enjoys digging ruts for himself. His desire for stagnation stems from his parents' death at a cultural movement's protest that degraded into a riot.
Not long after his parents die and he is re-situated, he is given and starts to play the cello, proving himself to be something of a prodigy. After fifteen years of playing, he joins the philharmonic orchestra of the city he lives in.
While in his current routine, political tensions with the country neighboring his own spill over, and the neighbors (The Galcian Union) attack and occupy the city the main character lives in, claiming original ownership. Due to their possibly legitimate claim, the Galcian Union enters peace talks with the former government that controlled the city, Tanseele.
Intent on changing as little as possible post-occupation, the main character continues to go to the half-destroyed amphitheater on scheduled concert dates and plays alone. Word of what he does spreads over time and eventually the leader of a resistance movement attends one of his "performances" and turns it into a small rally, making the MC a spiritual figurehead of the movement for people to rally behind. The MC doesn't care since he doesn't really have to do anything, and continues keeping his routine.
As time passes and the resistance engages the occipying military more and more, the standing leader is killed and everyone immediately looks to the MC, who then has to decide between standing for an ideal when he is needed by so many, or to simply keep his safe routine.