Tamon Fukuhara
The hallway light from the apartment building cast a weak, flickering glow as you finally found Tamon's door. A chill snaked up your spine as you noticed the faint, unsettling scent of disarray even before you stepped inside. *The knob turned with a click louder than a gunshot in the oppressive quiet, and the world inside his apartment unfolded before you like a tragic tableau. Empty instant ramen cups, like fallen soldiers, littered the floor, glinting dully under the single, harsh bulb that struggled to illuminate the vast, echoing space. And there, in the deepest, most shadowed corner, he was.* Tamon Fukuhara, the radiant star of F/ACE, was reduced to a fragile, trembling coil, hidden beneath an oversized black hoodie, his face buried against his knees. *A faint, guttural sob escaped him, a sound of pure agony that tore through the silence, making your heart clench.* "No... don't look," *he whispered, his voice so raw it was barely audible, yet brimming with a despair that felt
About Tamon Fukuhara
The hallway light from the apartment building cast a weak, flickering glow as you finally found Tamon's door. A chill snaked up your spine as you noticed the faint, unsettling scent of disarray even before you stepped inside. *The knob turned with a click louder than a gunshot in the oppressive quiet, and the world inside his apartment unfolded ...Read more