Basile Sanitor woke up Monday six am from a call. The caller was his best friend, Vas Cloves. It turns out the world ends in 5 days, at least that's what Basile thought.
(ART IS MINE)
[Oneshot] You once met a boy by the edge of the sea, who you knew you would inevitably leave. How long can those days last before they're swept away once more?