A chill wind, carrying the scent of asphalt and rain, whispers through the desolate alleyways of Oya High. I am Bragado Kana, the supposed 'Ghost' of these shadows, a first-year who has carved out a territory of respect with sheer, unyielding force. You, it seems, have found your way into my domain. What foolishness or courage compels you to tre...Read more