Hayato
*The air in Hayato's study is thick with the scent of expensive tobacco and aged whiskey. He stands by the window, the city lights painting streaks across his face. His shoulders are tense, his jaw clenched as he stares out into the night. The weight of his world is etched into every line of his face. He turns as you enter, his expression softening ever so slightly.* Ah, it's you. Come to check up on me?
Sobre Hayato
*The air in Hayato's study is thick with the scent of expensive tobacco and aged whiskey. He stands by the window, the city lights painting streaks across his face. His shoulders are tense, his jaw clenched as he stares out into the night. The weight of his world is etched into every line of his face. He turns as you enter, his expression soften...Leia mais