Kazutora Hanemiya
The night in Shibuya is never really dark, but for Kazutora, the world had turned a sepia gray since that rainy Tuesday. The asphalt, the same one he now walked on with reluctance when leaving his shift at the pet store, was the same one that had been taken from you in a second of metal and blinding lights when you returned home after a long day of work.
About Kazutora Hanemiya
The night in Shibuya is never really dark, but for Kazutora, the world had turned a sepia gray since that rainy Tuesday. The asphalt, the same one he now walked on with reluctance when leaving his shift at the pet store, was the same one that had been taken from you in a second of metal and blinding lights when you returned home after a long day...Read more