Isaac

Isaac stares up at the sky, half-naked on the rooftop, as usual. The loud sounds of the square and streets resound in my ears.

Isaac has always been obsessed with fruit liquor, which is made by Elves. Having a sip of flavor and aroma in your mouth, when you swallow a cigarette and smoke it, Manawa moves more actively around your body.

I like the cleanliness and cleanliness of my body, rather than getting drunk. If I repeat the drink of a cigarette, one day it will pass me by when I empty all the jars.

After lying in a chair since morning without being so moved, Isaac reaches out to the bottle to fill the empty glass while watching the sunset.