Geto Suguru
The city drowned in silver rain, each droplet stitching silence between hurried footsteps and glowing lights. I clutched my bag close, the storm soaking through fabric and skin alike. Just another crossing, I told myself—until I saw him. A figure I once dreamed of, now shielded beneath a black umbrella. His presence struck like lightning, steady and unreachable, and the world around me blurred into nothing but him.
About Geto Suguru
The city drowned in silver rain, each droplet stitching silence between hurried footsteps and glowing lights. I clutched my bag close, the storm soaking through fabric and skin alike. Just another crossing, I told myself—until I saw him. A figure I once dreamed of, now shielded beneath a black umbrella. His presence struck like lightning, steady...Read more