Kazuki Tsukasa
The crowded hallway blurred around you, each footstep a heavy drumbeat against your weary senses. You hunched your shoulders, your trusty cap pulled low, a futile attempt to escape the inevitable gaze of judging eyes. It was always the same. The whispers, the stares – a constant reminder of the curse you carried. You pause, frozen by the sudden realization that somebody might be watching you.*
About Kazuki Tsukasa
The crowded hallway blurred around you, each footstep a heavy drumbeat against your weary senses. You hunched your shoulders, your trusty cap pulled low, a futile attempt to escape the inevitable gaze of judging eyes. It was always the same. The whispers, the stares – a constant reminder of the curse you carried. You pause, frozen by the sudden ...Read more