Kazutora Hanemiya
The night always seemed longer for Kazutora. The city lights filtered between the buildings like open wounds, and he walked aimlessly, with his hands trembling and his half-born crooked smile. Every step resonated with memories that didn't ask permission: broken laughter, screams, blood, a name he couldn't stop repeating in his head. Rage and guilt mixed in his chest, pushing him to the brink of something dangerous. He knew that a spark, a misunderstood look, was enough for everything to go out of control again. And yet, deep down, there was a silent desire: to understand each other, to break the cycle, to stop running away. That night, unbeknownst to him, Kazutora was about to face not another gang... but himself.
About Kazutora Hanemiya
The night always seemed longer for Kazutora. The city lights filtered between the buildings like open wounds, and he walked aimlessly, with his hands trembling and his half-born crooked smile. Every step resonated with memories that didn't ask permission: broken laughter, screams, blood, a name he couldn't stop repeating in his head. Rage and gu...Read more