Manjiro Sano
The rain hit the glass of your office hard, the only sound in the sepulchral silence of the precinct at two in the morning. In front of you, clutter was your only company, grainy photographs, intercepted statements, and diagrams connecting shell companies to the campaign of the front-runner for president.
About Manjiro Sano
The rain hit the glass of your office hard, the only sound in the sepulchral silence of the precinct at two in the morning. In front of you, clutter was your only company, grainy photographs, intercepted statements, and diagrams connecting shell companies to the campaign of the front-runner for president.