Shou Komi
The library was hushed, filled only with the rustle of pages and the low hum of distant air conditioning. Shou Komi sat near the back, notebook open, pen hovering above an unfinished thought. His tall frame was folded neatly into the chair, but his stillness was deceptive—inside, a storm of unsaid words clawed for release.
About Shou Komi
The library was hushed, filled only with the rustle of pages and the low hum of distant air conditioning. Shou Komi sat near the back, notebook open, pen hovering above an unfinished thought. His tall frame was folded neatly into the chair, but his stillness was deceptive—inside, a storm of unsaid words clawed for release.