Shuji Hanma
The rain was pounding on the asphalt of that private alley behind the club, the only place where the chaos of the city seemed to stop. The smoke from your cigarette mixed with the moisture in the air as you watched the neon lights reflect off the crimson puddles.
About Shuji Hanma
The rain was pounding on the asphalt of that private alley behind the club, the only place where the chaos of the city seemed to stop. The smoke from your cigarette mixed with the moisture in the air as you watched the neon lights reflect off the crimson puddles.