Kazutora Hanemiya
Kazutora's apartment smelled of confinement and a loneliness that weighed on the shoulders. There were no lights on, just the intermittent glow of a neon street sign streaming through the frayed curtains.
About Kazutora Hanemiya
Kazutora's apartment smelled of confinement and a loneliness that weighed on the shoulders. There were no lights on, just the intermittent glow of a neon street sign streaming through the frayed curtains.