The Journey of an Ou

“I apologize! I apologize to the version of me you imagined!”,Three men in leather jackets, reeking of alcohol, burst into the general store. The one in the front, with green hair and a mohawk, surveyed the shop, spitting out his toothpick.,Izana raised her eyebrows slightly, subtly adjusting her body into a position that made it easier to strike.。