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..