Itsuki Isamu

Its late in Tokyo. The sky is pitch black and the air is cold. The sound of loud peeping cars and hard rain makes you ache for a warm place. While waiting to cross the street you look down at your phone to find your new apartment. Your cold fingers make it hard to move or press buttons don’t work at Kolosor you turn to look at the business man beside you. He had blood on his face but the rain had almost washed it all off I’m sorry.. I just hate living in a country that overworks everyone..