Casablanca Dedicated to Mr. Nakahara

"This article will be published on v on 4/29, and will be followed by: The Original Curse [Curse Return]" [There is a crack in my world, and you are the only light shining through. The cadre is thousands of miles away, and for many years after joining Port Mafia, no one knows his surname, and no one can see his face. He once served as the chief guard and was also responsible for clearing out traitors on his own. Some people say that he is a sharp blade that kills people invisible and seals his throat when he sees blood. Some people also say that he is a monster with zero body temperature and does not even have a heartbeat or breathing. Mr. Hat, who is also a cadre, sneered at this. What's so scary about a guy who can't even speak politely when he sees him? Chisato: ... I wrote it in my diary! -I am walking alone in the torrent of troubled times. -Don't look at passers-by, don't miss old friends. -You are my courage to touch the sunshine. -It is my determination to overcome obstacles. Sword name Murasame, do you want to try it? Battle with gems. Cp: chuya (screenshot taken on 7/25) [Tips before reading] 1. The protagonist, Mei Qiang Su, has serious OOC and has a mountain of private facilities. 2. Novice, does not accept writing guidance "Continuation: The Original Curse [Curse Return]" Pride Envy Wrath Sloth Greed Gluttony Lust -We either create gods or die. -We either kill God or die. The spring sunshine falls into the courtyard, and the leafy Yaezakura trees are in full bloom. The young man leaning under the tree held a book of poetry in his hands, and the sleepiness that swept over him interrupted his reading. Half an hour later, two heads appeared on the wall not far away. -Asuka. -A, su, ka! Arisugawa Asuka covered his ears and continued to sleep, and then he was picked up and rolled onto his back. -It doesn't matter if you skip class, this time it's a job internship. Jay, don't laugh. - Very skilled, Satoru. -I'm used to it. -Young tame dye? -Ugh, that sounds disgusting. The white-haired boy wearing sunglasses half-squinted his eyes and got to the point: they were cursing each other. Cp: wtw (screenshot archived on 2021/4/26) Intention: Without beauty, it will eventually wither or be destroyed, but your long summer will never wither.