A story about Neshawa Kazahana.
As most tragic story's it all starts where everything goes down hill, where the young hero is trailed by fate.
And the moment he accepts his fate and goes on a journey to full fill it, or maybe even a tale of hatred and revenge where the young hero goes on a journey to kill those who has taken from him.
Not this story, this story is tragic on how would I say it... a whole new concept, although for me it is.
But let's not start from the beginning shall we, let's start where all the action begins...
"So you're a Kazahana to aren't you" A rough voice said, "Yes I am but what is it to you" the young lady replied. "I don't know, why don't you tell me...". Both just stood there glaring at each other in the open parking place that sat right next to the central park. Still early in the morning as the sun was still rising right behind the man who approached the girl. The young girl still in her 17 narrowed her eyes and reached out for her backpack, carefully zipp