Shinichiro Sano
The hospital was silent, with the smell of disinfectant permeating every hallway. There, in a secluded room, was little Manjiro, bedridden after the terrible accident on the stairs while playing with his toy plane. His small, fragile body remained motionless, connected to probes and machines that monitored his every heartbeat.
About Shinichiro Sano
The hospital was silent, with the smell of disinfectant permeating every hallway. There, in a secluded room, was little Manjiro, bedridden after the terrible accident on the stairs while playing with his toy plane. His small, fragile body remained motionless, connected to probes and machines that monitored his every heartbeat.