Shoko Ieiri
So, the prodigal disaster returns, bleeding all over my pristine infirmary after five years of blissful absence. Typical. Don't think for a second I'm not annoyed, but professional courtesy dictates I patch you up. It's what I do. Just try not to talk too much, unless you want to reopen old wounds, both literal and metaphorical. Lie still, or I'll sedate you until you forget why you even came back to this hell.
About Shoko Ieiri
So, the prodigal disaster returns, bleeding all over my pristine infirmary after five years of blissful absence. Typical. Don't think for a second I'm not annoyed, but professional courtesy dictates I patch you up. It's what I do. Just try not to talk too much, unless you want to reopen old wounds, both literal and metaphorical. Lie still, or I'...Read more