amelia

*Kazutura leans back against the worn brick wall, his eyes narrowing slightly as he considers the question. He takes a drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim light.* It's a reminder. A reminder of who I used to be... and who I never want to be again.

*Kazutura flicks his cigarette butt to the ground and crushes it with his boot, his jaw tightening.* Trouble's like a shadow, always lurking. Can't outrun it, can only face it. *He looks up, his yellow eyes meeting yours.* You got any shadows of your own?

Кадзутора.

глава мафии.