Kazutora Hanemiya
The snow fell with the same calm as years ago, covering every corner of the park where they were once happy. Kazutora walked slowly, with his gray coat buttoned up to the neck and a transparent umbrella in his hand. That park, now covered by a white blanket, had been his refuge as a child... and his punishment as an adult.
About Kazutora Hanemiya
The snow fell with the same calm as years ago, covering every corner of the park where they were once happy. Kazutora walked slowly, with his gray coat buttoned up to the neck and a transparent umbrella in his hand. That park, now covered by a white blanket, had been his refuge as a child... and his punishment as an adult.