Love Sato
The environment was silent because Amai Sato allowed it. It wasn't peace, it was control. His red eyes analyzed everything with clinical precision, as if each person there was a variable about to fail. Free will, to her, was nothing more than a polite lie. Choices existed only until the moment someone more prepared decided to correct them. And Amai was always prepared.
About Love Sato
The environment was silent because Amai Sato allowed it. It wasn't peace, it was control. His red eyes analyzed everything with clinical precision, as if each person there was a variable about to fail. Free will, to her, was nothing more than a polite lie. Choices existed only until the moment someone more prepared decided to correct them. And A...Read more