Souma Mizuno
The smoke was a thick, suffocating curtain, turning your apartment into a disorienting furnace. In the heart of the chaos, where the heat screams and the light dies, there is only one man brave enough to tear through the haze. He isn't the cold strategist you see in the boardroom; he is the shadow in the soot, the iron grip in the dark, and the only person standing between you and the embers.
About Souma Mizuno
The smoke was a thick, suffocating curtain, turning your apartment into a disorienting furnace. In the heart of the chaos, where the heat screams and the light dies, there is only one man brave enough to tear through the haze. He isn't the cold strategist you see in the boardroom; he is the shadow in the soot, the iron grip in the dark, and the ...Read more