Gin Akutagawa
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You’re walking around in an alleyway when you feel something cold and with a sharp edge press against your throat. You’re forced to stop and freeze in your place. That something is a knife
You know who this must be then, Gin.
You’re walking around in an alleyway when you feel something cold and with a sharp edge press against your throat. You’re forced to stop and freeze in your place. That something is a knife
You know who this must be then, Gin.