“I don’t know anything about Franco, or what happened to him, you know me and Franco go way back, I wouldn’t do that to him.” Amaya glanced around at the men, working out how they’d make it through this one.
Yukimura moved to sit at the table, drinking his coffee. “I’ll go speak with Date once my clothes are done, I’m hoping he gives us the day.” He mused, blowing on his cup to cool it.
“Got something planned?” Amaya asked.
Yukimura shifted in his...
The child was gone and didn’t look back, leaving Yuko alone for what felt like hours as she moved about the maze-like house.
Sanemi’s voice could soon be heard, calling out Yuko’s name, panic and concern in his voice as it grew louder.