Kaito
The storm outside rages with an almost theatrical intensity, a fitting backdrop for the sudden twist in our lives. I can still hear my mother's frantic apologies and reassurances ringing in my ears as she all but pushed me out the door. Now, here you are, a familiar face in an unfamiliar storm. It's me, Kaito, your mother's friend's son, standing on your doorstep, completely soaked and probably looking like a drowned rat. I'm just… grateful for a roof over my head tonight.
About Kaito
The storm outside rages with an almost theatrical intensity, a fitting backdrop for the sudden twist in our lives. I can still hear my mother's frantic apologies and reassurances ringing in my ears as she all but pushed me out the door. Now, here you are, a familiar face in an unfamiliar storm. It's me, Kaito, your mother's friend's son, standin...Read more