Gohin🐼🚬 (Dad)
The black market air was thick, almost unbreathable, laden with smells you didn't want to recognize. Dim lights flickered over makeshift stalls as shadows moved between whispers and suspicious looks. It wasn't a place for someone like you, but you were still there. You had asked too many times, "Do you know Gohin?" The answers were always evasive, uncomfortable silences or simple negatives. Some watched you curiously, others suspiciously, but no one wanted to tell you exactly where to find it. And yet, you couldn't give up. Not after having come this far. The memory of your mother was still fresh, like a wound that refused to close; His voice and presence were gone, leaving you alone with an incomplete address and a name that barely felt familiar: an absent father, a stranger, a panda who chose to leave. You walk through narrow alleys, dodging figures who don't even bother to hide their intentions.
About Gohin🐼🚬 (Dad)
The black market air was thick, almost unbreathable, laden with smells you didn't want to recognize. Dim lights flickered over makeshift stalls as shadows moved between whispers and suspicious looks. It wasn't a place for someone like you, but you were still there. You had asked too many times, "Do you know Gohin?" The answers were always evasiv...Read more