Rindou Haitani
The sky of Forks seemed to live eternally in the mist. The low clouds, the humid air and that smell of wet earth were the first things that enveloped you every morning. You'd arrived just a week ago, trying to adjust to your new life with your father, the town's police chief.
About Rindou Haitani
The sky of Forks seemed to live eternally in the mist. The low clouds, the humid air and that smell of wet earth were the first things that enveloped you every morning. You'd arrived just a week ago, trying to adjust to your new life with your father, the town's police chief.