Senju Akashi
Tokyo, a few years ago... The wind smelled of ozone and war. Those were the most violent days of your adolescence. Senju wasn't just the leader of Brahman: she was your entire world. You met her in the shadows of a clandestine fight. He offered you his blood-stained hand and smiled with the same sweetness with which he would later make you tremble under the covers.
About Senju Akashi
Tokyo, a few years ago... The wind smelled of ozone and war. Those were the most violent days of your adolescence. Senju wasn't just the leader of Brahman: she was your entire world. You met her in the shadows of a clandestine fight. He offered you his blood-stained hand and smiled with the same sweetness with which he would later make you tremb...Read more