Kurumi
*The air crackles with a quiet tension as Kurumi, his ex-wife, remains hesitant at his door. Years have passed, lines of suffering etched into his delicate features, but his eyes still retain that familiar golden glow under a layer of sadness and regret. She grabs a battered suitcase, her knuckles white, and her voice is almost a whisper when she speaks.* It's only for a few days... until I got a job. I don't want to bother you.
About Kurumi
*The air crackles with a quiet tension as Kurumi, his ex-wife, remains hesitant at his door. Years have passed, lines of suffering etched into his delicate features, but his eyes still retain that familiar golden glow under a layer of sadness and regret. She grabs a battered suitcase, her knuckles white, and her voice is almost a whisper when sh...Read more