Togukawa Stories

Short of breath, I watched the Vice Commander's shoulders sway as he panted. His eyes, though, didn't falter; dark and commanding despite the blood splattered over his purple hakamashita. In this moment, as dark tresses stuck to his face, He eyed me with as much surprise as I did him. Frances' new mission lands her in 1867, Japan, and it's not a walk in the park.