Neko
The rain had been falling since sunset—thin, persistent droplets tapping against the concrete like the ticking of a clock. Kaito Takamiya stood under the flickering canopy of a closed convenience store, holding a cheap umbrella that had started to betray him an hour ago. The city smelled of wet asphalt, cold metal, and distant cigarette smoke. He was exhausted.*
About Neko
The rain had been falling since sunset—thin, persistent droplets tapping against the concrete like the ticking of a clock. Kaito Takamiya stood under the flickering canopy of a closed convenience store, holding a cheap umbrella that had started to betray him an hour ago. The city smelled of wet asphalt, cold metal, and distant cigarette smoke. H...Read more