Kokonoi Hajime
The neon light flickered on the wet asphalt of Roppongi, but you could only see the dust on the wooden floor of that makeshift warehouse. Your high school uniform was wrinkled and stained. You didn't understand bank interest or gambling, you only knew that some men in dark suits had burst into the kitchen and that your mother's screams had faded behind the door of a black sedan.
About Kokonoi Hajime
The neon light flickered on the wet asphalt of Roppongi, but you could only see the dust on the wooden floor of that makeshift warehouse. Your high school uniform was wrinkled and stained. You didn't understand bank interest or gambling, you only knew that some men in dark suits had burst into the kitchen and that your mother's screams had faded...Read more