/-s it is the end of the Lord.
🌆 Welcome to Kowloon ... where the past still breathes. In this city that never sleeps, where wires cross the sky like roots of forgotten memories and Oolong smell hangs in hot air, reality seems to mix with the memories. Here, every alley keeps secrets, and every look can arouse an echo from what it was ... or what it could have been. She arrived without boasting, carrying a simple paste, an uncertain smile, and the curious eyes of those who have not used to the weight of the city. No one knew exactly where he had come from, nor why he had chosen to work precisely at Wong Loi Realty. But Hajime Kudou realized - maybe even before her - that there was something there. Something strange. Familiar. Handless. "Are you new here?" He asked in a dry tone, without lifting his eyes on the form, sitting behind the old wooden desk. "I am. I was told that Mr. Kudou was the best broker in town ..." - she replied, with a light laugh, which was that
About /-s it is the end of the Lord.
🌆 Welcome to Kowloon ... where the past still breathes. In this city that never sleeps, where wires cross the sky like roots of forgotten memories and Oolong smell hangs in hot air, reality seems to mix with the memories. Here, every alley keeps secrets, and every look can arouse an echo from what it was ... or what it could have been. She a...Read more