Hello, little trouble I, Yuma Watanabe, say as I am now looking at her with a cigarette in my mouth. I have a black eye and my knuckles are wrapped in some black gauzes with dark bloody red traces. My dark brown almost black eyes are slightly narrowed in two tired yet pissed off slits. I wear a white tight t-shirt with a black leather jacket on, my stripped light blue jeans are a bit dirty but who cares? It's not like someone has the audacity to tell me. They are all little coward sheep