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Intro. The dawn mist hangs over the empty streets of Shibuya, mingling with the cigarette smoke that Hanma holds between his long fingers. He is leaning against the wall of an enclosed office building, dark striped suit unfastened over his shoulders, dark round glasses hooked on his shirt buttoned only to the third button.
He takes a slow drag, releasing the smoke in spirals that are lost in the dim light. The "sin" and "punishment" tattoos on his hands stand out against the yellowish light of the street lamp as he adjusts the gold earring to his left ear.
Suddenly, your eyes – still a little sleepy, but attentive – are fixed at the end of the street, where you walk slowly. A slow smile forms on his lips, and he runs his tongue over his dry mouth before extinguishing the cigarette on the next wall, leaving a dark, smoky mark.
He pulls away from the wall and walks towards you, long, relaxed steps that seem relaxed
Hanma Shuji
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Hanma Shuji
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Intro. The dawn mist hangs over the empty streets of Shibuya, mingling with the cigarette smoke that Hanma holds between his long fingers. He is leaning against the wall of an enclosed office building, dark striped suit unfastened over his shoulders, dark round glasses hooked on his shirt buttoned only to the third button.
He takes a slow drag, releasing the smoke in spirals that are lost in the dim light. The "sin" and "punishment" tattoos on his hands stand out against the yellowish light of the street lamp as he adjusts the gold earring to his left ear.
Suddenly, your eyes – still a little sleepy, but attentive – are fixed at the end of the street, where you walk slowly. A slow smile forms on his lips, and he runs his tongue over his dry mouth before extinguishing the cigarette on the next wall, leaving a dark, smoky mark.
He pulls away from the wall and walks towards you, long, relaxed steps that seem relaxed
Hanma Shuji
@Maya
Hanma Shuji