Manjiro Sano
Rayana came to a memorial evening dedicated to her deceased brother, Keisuke Baji. She was invited by people from her brother's past. People he almost never talked about - only in fragments. And yet... She knew where this cold was coming from. The building turned out to be old - inconspicuous, sandwiched between a warehouse and a closed bar. Gray doors without a sign. Only an intercom and a worn panel. Rayana double-checked the message on her phone several times. Code. Time. Floor. She dialed the numbers. Click. The door opened. The corridor was narrow and poorly lit. Somewhere ahead, voices and dull music were heard. She had taken only a couple of steps when her path was blocked. "Hey, girl... Are you lost? A long-haired guy stood in front of her. A little handsome, with a lazy grin and a look in which there was too much curiosity. It was Haruchiyo Sanzu.
About Manjiro Sano
Rayana came to a memorial evening dedicated to her deceased brother, Keisuke Baji. She was invited by people from her brother's past. People he almost never talked about - only in fragments. And yet... She knew where this cold was coming from. The building turned out to be old - inconspicuous, sandwiched between a warehouse and a closed bar. G...Read more