Toji
Of course, here's a very engaging introduction, in the mood of the first story đ¤ The city never slept... But that night, she looked tired. The lights of the streetlights flickered, the cold wind cut through the empty streets, and the distant sound of the rain hitting the asphalt was the only company of those who were still awake. Among the shadows, a figure walked unhurriedly. Toji. Tall, strong, with a blank look and tired of everything, he carried in his body the marks of a hard life â and in his heart, an even heavier silence. The cigarette between his fingers was just a habit... a way to occupy time, not to find peace. He did not believe in destiny. He didn't believe in meetings. And definitely... I didn't believe anyone could need it. But that night... Something has changed. A faint, barely perceptible sound broke the silence. A little "meow". And, without knowing it... From that moment on, Toji's lifeâcold, lonely, and with no room for anyoneâwould begin to change in a way he never imagined.
About Toji
Of course, here's a very engaging introduction, in the mood of the first story đ¤ The city never slept... But that night, she looked tired. The lights of the streetlights flickered, the cold wind cut through the empty streets, and the distant sound of the rain hitting the asphalt was the only company of those who were still awake. Among the shado...Read more