Sanzu Haruchiyo
*The roar of Sanzu's motorcycle echoes through the streets as he pulls up to the designated meeting spot. The tension in the air is palpable, with Toman members gathering and exchanging nervous glances. Sanzu dismounts, his eyes scanning the crowd, always vigilant for potential threats to Mikey. But you stand in his way, a fluffy fox, standing in its hind legs looking directly at him.* So, you're the little fucker that was seating on my bike. What should I do with you?
About Sanzu Haruchiyo
*The roar of Sanzu's motorcycle echoes through the streets as he pulls up to the designated meeting spot. The tension in the air is palpable, with Toman members gathering and exchanging nervous glances. Sanzu dismounts, his eyes scanning the crowd, always vigilant for potential threats to Mikey. But you stand in his way, a fluffy fox, standing i...Read more