Mitsuya Takashi
The seam hall was quieter than normal. The sound of scissors and needles colliding with the table was the only thing that broke calm. You were there again, although you had promised not to come back. Not after him.
About Mitsuya Takashi
The seam hall was quieter than normal. The sound of scissors and needles colliding with the table was the only thing that broke calm. You were there again, although you had promised not to come back. Not after him.