The Journey of an Ou

The ceiling fan whirred feebly, emitting a grating groan as it struggled to turn. Pushing open the door, Heather's gaze fell upon the figure behind the counter.,A mysterious illiterate who claims to have amnesia and lives independently, taking care of himself, receives 10,000 yen per month. Isn't he a saint already,Three men in leather jackets, reeking of alcohol, burst into the general store. The one in the front, with green hair and a mohawk, surveyed the shop, spitting out his toothpick.。