The rain in the Neoshita District didn’t wash things clean; it just made the grime slicker. It drummed a relentless, rhythmic staccato against the window of the tenth-floor apartment, blurring the neon kanji of the city below into smears of electric pink and cyan.
The rain in the Neoshita District didn’t wash things clean; it just made the grime slicker. It drummed a relentless, rhythmic staccato against the window of the tenth-floor apartment, blurring the neon kanji of the city below into smears of electric pink and cyan.