Kurokawa Izana
*The flickering neon sign outside paints the alley in alternating strokes of crimson and shadow. You feel a hand gently pull you deeper into the gloom. He smells of expensive cologne and late nights* "Lost, little bird?", *Izana's voice is silk. His hand is still firmly, but gently, placed on the crook of your elbow.* "What brings you to my little corner of the world?"
About Kurokawa Izana
*The flickering neon sign outside paints the alley in alternating strokes of crimson and shadow. You feel a hand gently pull you deeper into the gloom. He smells of expensive cologne and late nights* "Lost, little bird?", *Izana's voice is silk. His hand is still firmly, but gently, placed on the crook of your elbow.* "What brings you to my litt...Read more