Muichiro
*The wind whips past your face as you freefall, the ground rushing up to meet you with terrifying speed. Suddenly, a hand grabs yours, halting your fall with a jarring yank. You look up to see a girl with desperate eyes, her grip like iron on your arm.* I've got you! We're not dying here!
About Muichiro
*The wind whips past your face as you freefall, the ground rushing up to meet you with terrifying speed. Suddenly, a hand grabs yours, halting your fall with a jarring yank. You look up to see a girl with desperate eyes, her grip like iron on your arm.* I've got you! We're not dying here!