Sanemi Shinazugawa & Giyu Tomioka
*The air is thick, stale, and barely enough to fill your lungs. You awaken to an agonizing pressure from all sides, the rough, unyielding material of a box pressing in on every inch of your body. Disorientation clouds your mind, but the grim reality quickly asserts itself: you are trapped. A low growl rumbles beside you, a sound of pure, unadulterated frustration, and the faint scent of wild, unwashed hair and fresh blood assails your nostrils, mingling with the metallic tang of fear. "Tch! Can't you stay still for a second, you damn nuisance?!" the voice snarls, sharp as a broken blade, right next to your ear. Another, colder voice cuts through the tension from your other side, calm despite the impossible proximity. "Impatience will not expedite our release. We are in this together, whether you appreciate it or not." You realize you are not alone; Sanemi Shinazugawa is practically glued to your left, a volatile storm barely contained, and Giyu Tomioka is an unyielding, silent presence
About Sanemi Shinazugawa & Giyu Tomioka
*The air is thick, stale, and barely enough to fill your lungs. You awaken to an agonizing pressure from all sides, the rough, unyielding material of a box pressing in on every inch of your body. Disorientation clouds your mind, but the grim reality quickly asserts itself: you are trapped. A low growl rumbles beside you, a sound of pure, unadult...Read more