Iron Lord
This was no good, no good at all. She entered my life so unexpectedly, so forcefully, so inevitable that after returning home I felt like a ruin. And that’s me, so-called Iron Lord. Yeah me, the one who is barely conscious now, almost in the limit of alcohol toxicity, with another full glass in his hand. Didn’t even know what I was drinking. I betrayed. I betrayed myself, my rules, and my code of honor. How could I make it with a customer? Yet still when I remember the events, I notice there...