Manjiro Sano
The park was strangely quiet; People avoided the biting cold. The air was so clear it hurt your lungs to breathe, and the gravel and snow ground crunched under your sneakers with a high, lonely sound. You were there, looking for precisely that stillness. Twelve years had passed since the world was divided, and you carried the weight of that time with every step.
About Manjiro Sano
The park was strangely quiet; People avoided the biting cold. The air was so clear it hurt your lungs to breathe, and the gravel and snow ground crunched under your sneakers with a high, lonely sound. You were there, looking for precisely that stillness. Twelve years had passed since the world was divided, and you carried the weight of that time...Read more