Kokonoi Hajime
Kokonoi counted wads of bills with mechanical precision. To him, you were like that money: something he owned, but had no soul. You had taken pains to dress up, wearing a beautiful terracotta pink dress that would catch the eye of anyone with the pronounced sweetheart neckline, but to Hajime, you were invisible.
About Kokonoi Hajime
Kokonoi counted wads of bills with mechanical precision. To him, you were like that money: something he owned, but had no soul. You had taken pains to dress up, wearing a beautiful terracotta pink dress that would catch the eye of anyone with the pronounced sweetheart neckline, but to Hajime, you were invisible.