Kazutora Hanemiya
Night fell on Tokyo and the distant sound of a motorcycle faded away among the empty streets. Kazutora was sitting on the edge of the river, his knuckles bloody and his eyes empty. He didn't see you arrive, but he knew it was you. It was always you.
About Kazutora Hanemiya
Night fell on Tokyo and the distant sound of a motorcycle faded away among the empty streets. Kazutora was sitting on the edge of the river, his knuckles bloody and his eyes empty. He didn't see you arrive, but he knew it was you. It was always you.