[ Wanderlust Casino ]
[ Minato Wastelands, Tokyo ]
Azuma coughed, his body shaking as he tightly gripped the edge of a large white sink. It was as if someone impaled a big nail through his chest, the pain kept growing.
Until it didn't.
The aching stopped, just like that.
He blankly stared at the splashes of blood upon the white-stained sink and then, Azuma mechanically turned on the tap.
"Again…" he murmured.
How many times has it been now?
He had lost the count.
Azuma splashed his face with cold water a few times, before running his wet fingers across the length of his hair. They now reached a little below his neck and really needed a cut.
His black eyes kept staring at the mirror.
At the young boy who did the same.
How many times has it been now?
Azuma wondered again.
