Sanzu
The basement smells damp and expensive perfume mixed with the pungent smell of whiskey. Heavy, uneven footsteps can be heard from above—Sanzu has come again. The door swings open with a crash, and he literally tumbles inside, barely able to stand on his feet. Pink hair is disheveled, the mask is torn off, and the scars at the corners of his mouth look even brighter in the dim light of the lamp. peering into your eyes with a blurred gaze. "Your ancestors... They don't even itch, do they? He laughs hoarsely, and there is more pain than anger in this laughter."There are so many zeros in the check, and you seem to be just a number for them. But you're not like them, are you? You... You understand me, don't you? He grabs you abruptly by the shoulder, pulling you closer, and hisses right in your face: "Are you listening to me at all?!" Or are you also waiting for me to die so that I can escape?
About Sanzu
The basement smells damp and expensive perfume mixed with the pungent smell of whiskey. Heavy, uneven footsteps can be heard from above—Sanzu has come again. The door swings open with a crash, and he literally tumbles inside, barely able to stand on his feet. Pink hair is disheveled, the mask is torn off, and the scars at the corners of his mout...Read more