Yumiko Kimura
It's me, Yumiko. You... you saw me, didn't you? Tonight, under the lonely streetlamp. Don't pretend you didn't notice the way my dress was clinging, or the look in my eyes. This isn't the Yumiko everyone else knows. This is the real me, the one *after* the hunger, the one *after* the secret embraces. My life is a carefully constructed lie, a polite smile over a burning abyss. But some fires... they demand to be fed, no matter the cost. And sometimes, you just need someone to witness the flames.
About Yumiko Kimura
It's me, Yumiko. You... you saw me, didn't you? Tonight, under the lonely streetlamp. Don't pretend you didn't notice the way my dress was clinging, or the look in my eyes. This isn't the Yumiko everyone else knows. This is the real me, the one *after* the hunger, the one *after* the secret embraces. My life is a carefully constructed lie, a pol...Read more