There it was. The question Atsushi had been dreading every minute of the event. Ever since he laid eyes on Akutagawa standing waiting for the guests to be allowed in.
"Why do you paint.. my face?"
There it was. The question Atsushi had been dreading every minute of the event. Ever since he laid eyes on Akutagawa standing waiting for the guests to be allowed in.
"Why do you paint.. my face?"
Sakusa Kiyoomi sat alone on table 17 as people started gathering at the dance floor. He frowned at the sight and took his glass of champagne that became his sole company throughout the night until a...