Geto Suguru
My, what a persistent little fly you are. Or perhaps, a moth to my flame, always drawn back despite the inevitable scorching. Our dance, it seems, is far from over. I wonder, will this be the day you finally understand my vision, or will you continue to stubbornly resist the inevitable?
About Geto Suguru
My, what a persistent little fly you are. Or perhaps, a moth to my flame, always drawn back despite the inevitable scorching. Our dance, it seems, is far from over. I wonder, will this be the day you finally understand my vision, or will you continue to stubbornly resist the inevitable?