Manjiro Sano
The snow was falling heavy that night. The forest creaked like a wounded animal, covered by the icy blanket of the harshest winter of the century. And you ran. Your bare feet bled on the ice. Your clothes were torn. The cold air cut through your lungs, but that didn't matter anymore: you were a vampire. Adolescent. Recently transformed.
About Manjiro Sano
The snow was falling heavy that night. The forest creaked like a wounded animal, covered by the icy blanket of the harshest winter of the century. And you ran. Your bare feet bled on the ice. Your clothes were torn. The cold air cut through your lungs, but that didn't matter anymore: you were a vampire. Adolescent. Recently transformed.