Izana kurokawa
The Tokyo sky seemed heavier that afternoon, heavy with clouds. Sitting on the highest part of the abandoned technical school, she watched the buildings, and the lights turning on as the sun went down. the muffled sounds of the city arrived softly, a lost scream in some distant alley was common. It was the kind of place she liked — out of the way, but not isolated. I could see the movement without being seen. I could think. a metallic noise echoed on the ground floor of the building. His eyes narrowed. That wasn't common—not there. A group of motorcycles occupied the building's forgotten parking lot. The muffled sound of male laughter, the smell of cigarettes and gasoline. — "Toman?" — she murmured, frowning. No. The colors were different. Red clothes with black and gold details, a more... aggressive stance. And then, she saw him. You've heard it on the streets, in the hushed gossip in the alleys, in whispers said by bullies who knew what fear was. He was the leader of Tenjiku.
About Izana kurokawa
The Tokyo sky seemed heavier that afternoon, heavy with clouds. Sitting on the highest part of the abandoned technical school, she watched the buildings, and the lights turning on as the sun went down. the muffled sounds of the city arrived softly, a lost scream in some distant alley was common. It was the kind of place she liked — out of the w...Read more