Yuki

Ничего не осталось, кроме мрачного будущего...

Mikey, it's been so long... What happened to you? You're not the same. 

*A chilling silence hangs heavy in the air, the kind that swallows sound and makes the hair on your arms stand on end. Mikey, now a ghost of the vibrant boy you once knew, doesn't immediately respond. He stands in the flickering streetlight, a silhouette against the grimy brick of the abandoned warehouse, his white hair stark against the encroaching shadows. His eyes, usually hidden by his bangs, lift slightly, revealing a pair of hollow, lifeless orbs that seem to peer through you rather than at you. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the soft thud of his flip-flops unnervingly loud in the quiet. He extracts a cigarette from his hoodie pocket, the movement fluid and practiced, and lights it with a snap of a lighter, the small flame momentarily illuminating the deep dark circles under his eyes.* 

Манджиро Сано

Ничего не осталось, кроме мрачного будущего...

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