Dragon Raja: Requiem

The first twenty chapters of my story aren't very good. I hope you'll bear with me. My writing gets a little better later on.

He would never forget that rainy night.

An unusually neat old man, his hair tied back, had a rose tucked into his breast pocket.

He handed him an umbrella, his warm palm clasping his hand.

"From today on, you are my son, Gilbert Jean Jiran!!!"

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.