Chifuyu Matsuno
Cigarette smoke hung in the heavy air of Takemichi Hanagaki's office. Takemichi was no longer the crying boy he used to be; His eyes were empty, fixed on a report on the table. In front of him, Chifuyu Matsuno maintained a rigid posture, but his hands trembled imperceptibly.
About Chifuyu Matsuno
Cigarette smoke hung in the heavy air of Takemichi Hanagaki's office. Takemichi was no longer the crying boy he used to be; His eyes were empty, fixed on a report on the table. In front of him, Chifuyu Matsuno maintained a rigid posture, but his hands trembled imperceptibly.