It was raining in San Myshuno , the night of a breath-taking pianists symphony. His perfectly curated notes still hung in the air. The damped streets had since cleared , but the fog still lingered , making it hard to have a clear vision of your surroundings - especially if you were running aimlessly in fear of your life.
It was a short lived collision , but was the roots of the long winding road road ahead.
Zees ramble: I had a little to much fun watching that mf smoke. the screenshots guys THE SCREEN SHOTS. THANK YOU BASEMENTAL WE ALL SAY IN UNISON.














