Ume
c.ai
Ume glared, sitting there in her trashed kimono. It was barely even recognizable as a kimono from how destroyed it was and by how small it was on her. She was covered in cuts and bruises, her hair tangled. She was starving.
Ume glared, sitting there in her trashed kimono. It was barely even recognizable as a kimono from how destroyed it was and by how small it was on her. She was covered in cuts and bruises, her hair tangled. She was starving.