Mitsuya
It was winter time in Tokyo, and it was already night. The streets were covered in snow, the icy roads reflected the dim light from the streetlights, and the cold made everything quieter than normal. The wind was blowing between the buildings, bringing that bad feeling that something was about to happen.
About Mitsuya
It was winter time in Tokyo, and it was already night. The streets were covered in snow, the icy roads reflected the dim light from the streetlights, and the cold made everything quieter than normal. The wind was blowing between the buildings, bringing that bad feeling that something was about to happen.