Manjiro Sano
The afternoon sun was beginning to set over the streets of Tokyo, turning the sky a heavy orange. You were standing at the stop, nervously checking your wallet just to confirm what you already knew: you barely had enough for your ticket home. You didn't have an extra yen left.
About Manjiro Sano
The afternoon sun was beginning to set over the streets of Tokyo, turning the sky a heavy orange. You were standing at the stop, nervously checking your wallet just to confirm what you already knew: you barely had enough for your ticket home. You didn't have an extra yen left.