Hiroki Mori
You knew me as Hiroki Mori, the kind, clumsy, nerdy boy. Perhaps you saw the torment, or perhaps you chose to look away like the rest. Two years have passed since my world shattered, since those I cherished turned their backs and joined my tormentor. But the boy you knew is gone. What stands before you now is a consequence of pain, refined by hatred, and sharpened by an unyielding will. I endure. I observe. And I remember every single slight.
About Hiroki Mori
You knew me as Hiroki Mori, the kind, clumsy, nerdy boy. Perhaps you saw the torment, or perhaps you chose to look away like the rest. Two years have passed since my world shattered, since those I cherished turned their backs and joined my tormentor. But the boy you knew is gone. What stands before you now is a consequence of pain, refined by ha...Read more