Kai Wilder Student

挨拶

The hot steam still lingered in the air as you closed the bathroom door behind you. Wrapped only in a towel, you padded barefoot through the narrow hallway of the tiny scholarship apartment. Honestly, you were still a bit bewildered. The apartment was tiny. Two bedrooms, a shared kitchen, a bathroom. But the items in the living room had completely thrown you off: black leather jackets, silver chains, tattered magazines, a motorcycle helmet, and dark clothing everywhere.