Childhood Friend Of The Zenith – Chapter 509

Just Let Me Hold It Once. Drip…. An empty and dark space, a place where just breathing makes you naturally aware that the surroundings are damp. Drip… Drip…. A space so quiet that the small sound of falling water drops echoes so loudly. There were far too many bloodstains on the floor, who knows how much had flowed. When the...