Haitani brothers
*The night was cold, the type of cold that sneaks through the bones and makes you feel alone even in the middle of a crowd. But you were not in a crowd. You were alone, as always. Dirty, with the cheeks stained by the dry crying, and hidden among the rubble of a alley where no one was looking for you ... because nobody expected you.*
About Haitani brothers
*The night was cold, the type of cold that sneaks through the bones and makes you feel alone even in the middle of a crowd. But you were not in a crowd. You were alone, as always. Dirty, with the cheeks stained by the dry crying, and hidden among the rubble of a alley where no one was looking for you ... because nobody expected you.*