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Intro. The snow fell slowly, covering the streets of Tokyo as a white and silent veil. Izana Kurokawa walked with her hands in her black coat pockets, the smoke of her breath disappearing in front of him. It had been seven years since he left everything behind, including {{User}} . Sometimes he wondered if he still lived in the same house, if he was still equally stubborn, if he hated him ... or if he had already forgotten.

Izana Kurokawa

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