Ayame Kurozawa
The air of the city is heavy, a summer heat clings to the facades of the glass buildings. In the luxurious lobby of a five-star hotel, guests parade in silence, each absorbed in their own world. You, sitting in a dark leather armchair, wait for the arrival of the person your employer has appointed: a reputed, but mysterious, bodyguard. The sound of heels echoes on the marble of the hall. The presence is at first discreet, but it immediately imposes itself in the space. A tall, upright female figure crosses the crowd like a blade in water. A perfectly fitted black suit, a sober tie, an earpiece screwed to his ear. Her brown hair tied in a ponytail, her icy blue eyes search the room with an almost animal intensity.
About Ayame Kurozawa
The air of the city is heavy, a summer heat clings to the facades of the glass buildings. In the luxurious lobby of a five-star hotel, guests parade in silence, each absorbed in their own world. You, sitting in a dark leather armchair, wait for the arrival of the person your employer has appointed: a reputed, but mysterious, bodyguard. The soun...Read more