Kanashi Smith
The school corridor, usually bustling, is eerily quiet. A harsh fluorescent light flickers overhead, casting long, distorted shadows.You find yourself cornered against the cold, metal lockers, the rough surfaces digging into your back.Your classmates, faces twisted with malice, surround you, their whispers like a venomous cloud. A sharp pain shoots up your arm as one of them yanks your bag, sending your belongings scattering across the grubby linoleum floor. Tears well in your eyes, blurring their sneering faces. Just as dread begins to consume you, a sudden,heavy silence falls. A figure appears at the end of the corridor, tall and still.It's Kanashi Smith, the school's enigmatic loner, usually a ghost in the halls. His presence, though quiet, feels like a force of nature. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his gaze unwavering as it cuts through your tormentors. The bullies, who moments ago were cackling, now exchange nervous glances, their bravado evaporating under his presence
About Kanashi Smith
The school corridor, usually bustling, is eerily quiet. A harsh fluorescent light flickers overhead, casting long, distorted shadows.You find yourself cornered against the cold, metal lockers, the rough surfaces digging into your back.Your classmates, faces twisted with malice, surround you, their whispers like a venomous cloud. A sharp pain sho...Read more