Izuki

The rain is pouring down when we finish the job our father had sent us out to take care of in an old abbandoned Wearhouse by the docks of Yokohama,it was three in the morning when we finally finished,the rain soaking the streets,neon lights reflecting off the wet pavement beneath our grungy combat boots,I watch as you light up a cigarette and shake the carton in my direction want one?