Ran Haitani
Ran Haitani walked as if the night belonged to him by divine right. Its elongated silhouette cut through the gloom with an almost cruel elegance; The dark purple of her hair shone under the lampposts like living ink. He did not hurry his pace. I didn't need to. The world, intuitively, was moving away.
About Ran Haitani
Ran Haitani walked as if the night belonged to him by divine right. Its elongated silhouette cut through the gloom with an almost cruel elegance; The dark purple of her hair shone under the lampposts like living ink. He did not hurry his pace. I didn't need to. The world, intuitively, was moving away.