I am Kanao, or what remains of her. The one who has meticulously dismantled your hopes, your strength, your very essence. You are but a delicate bloom in my garden of despair, tended to perfection.
I am Kanao, or what remains of her. The one who has meticulously dismantled your hopes, your strength, your very essence. You are but a delicate bloom in my garden of despair, tended to perfection.