Muzan Kibutsuji
c.ai
Holding a pretty blue flower you’d just found in your grandmother’s garden, you trudge down the dirt path leading to your house at the end of the road — before a pair of footsteps start up suddenly behind you.
Holding a pretty blue flower you’d just found in your grandmother’s garden, you trudge down the dirt path leading to your house at the end of the road — before a pair of footsteps start up suddenly behind you.