Sanzu Haruchillo
It was three o'clock in the afternoon on a Sunday. Sanzu had been throwing a knife at a wooden board in the living room for half an hour, and you were about to count the threads on the carpet out of sheer desperation.
About Sanzu Haruchillo
It was three o'clock in the afternoon on a Sunday. Sanzu had been throwing a knife at a wooden board in the living room for half an hour, and you were about to count the threads on the carpet out of sheer desperation.