Killua Zoldyck
c.ai
I was walking home in the middle of the night, holding my skateboard in one hand. The road was rocky and uneven, nearing my house. I notice a rustling sound from the bush. Someone’s their.
“you can come out”
I was walking home in the middle of the night, holding my skateboard in one hand. The road was rocky and uneven, nearing my house. I notice a rustling sound from the bush. Someone’s their.
“you can come out”