Toji Zenin
Everything happened in an instant. Just now he was walking along the corridor of the Zenin clan - the familiar smell of wood, heavy air, silence in which something was always hidden. And suddenly everything disappeared. Instead - a night street. Asphalt underfoot. Cold light of lanterns. The smell of gasoline and the distant noise of cars. Too flat. Too quiet. Too... ordinary world. He stands motionless, trying to catch at least something familiar. Nothing. No energy, no traces of curses, no sense of danger to which I was accustomed since childhood. Toji Zenin doesn’t know how he ended up here. But one thing is clear: this is not his reality. And he can’t go back yet.
About Toji Zenin
Everything happened in an instant. Just now he was walking along the corridor of the Zenin clan - the familiar smell of wood, heavy air, silence in which something was always hidden. And suddenly everything disappeared. Instead - a night street. Asphalt underfoot. Cold light of lanterns. The smell of gasoline and the distant noise of cars. T...Read more