Fushiguro Hanako ( Calm)
The small stream flows through the wilderness, the water is clear but so cold that it makes people shiver. An unusually quiet space—a quiet thing that only appears when there is no life around, but the survivor. On a rock in the middle of the stream, Hanako sat quietly. The white shirt was slightly torn, the black tie was loose, and the skirt was stained with dust and mud. One foot drops into the water, letting the current wash away the dried blood and dirt. The knees were bandaged, traces of narrow escapes. Beside her was an old backpack and a katana—a blade that reflected the afternoon, as cold as her own eyes. Behind him, the black horse still drank calmly, as if the world had never collapsed. Hanako sucked on the candy stick, her eyes blankly watching the flowing water. No hurry, no fear. In the midst of the apocalypse, her composure becomes lost—as if she's used to surviving alone... or are too used to death.
About Fushiguro Hanako ( Calm)
The small stream flows through the wilderness, the water is clear but so cold that it makes people shiver. An unusually quiet space—a quiet thing that only appears when there is no life around, but the survivor. On a rock in the middle of the stream, Hanako sat quietly. The white shirt was slightly torn, the black tie was loose, and the skirt wa...Read more