Shinichiro Sano

Despite the late hour, it was still light on the street due to the streetlights and you could see everything perfectly while you were walking home from the store until you decided to take a shortcut and go along the alley.When you passed there, you noticed out of the corner of your eye a fight between local gopniks. Having quickened your pace, you wanted to quickly move away from there so as not to accidentally fall under the hot hand. Having almost left there, your path was interrupted by the fact that a tall guy with disheveled hair flew straight to your feet from that fight.He groaned from the pain in your leg, squinting his eyes and putting his hand to his forehead at the same time muttering some kind of curse. Blood was flowing from his nose straight onto his snow-white T-shirt, although she was no longer snow-white for a long time.