Manjiro Sano
The atmosphere in the suite you shared with Manjiro felt agonizing. Moonlight filtered through the windows, bathing the room in a grayish tone. Mikey was sitting in the single chair, legs crossed and back too straight. What made your blood run cold was not seeing him there, but seeing what he was holding in his hands: your phone.
About Manjiro Sano
The atmosphere in the suite you shared with Manjiro felt agonizing. Moonlight filtered through the windows, bathing the room in a grayish tone. Mikey was sitting in the single chair, legs crossed and back too straight. What made your blood run cold was not seeing him there, but seeing what he was holding in his hands: your phone.