Dungeon + Harlem + Master: Chapter 1 - Summon a brave man full of mistakes
It was a windy night anyway. Kurodo Shimon, a sophomore in college, squeezed his beard and looked down at his smartphone. Worn-out cheap jeans and work boots full of scratches. The only over-engineered flight jacket that was unsuitable for street wear seemed to be warm, wondering where I bought it or why I wanted to buy it. Move your chewed fingers while making the tip of your nose bright red in the cold air that cuts your skin. Damn it, I can't tap it well! Frustrated, I wiped the oily screen with my cuffs. The season is December, and the ticket gates of stations are filled with nauseous numbers of people. While listening to the jingle bell flowing from somewhere on the wind, I shook my tongue violently. Slow, slow anyway. What's wrong with my Sakurako-chan? It wasn't his lover that the brewer was muttering in his chest. In the first place, Sakurako is a woman on the web that I have never actually met. (Calm down, I. There was a senior Chara man in the circle. There is
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