Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Across bicycles. Take off the stand. A bike that runs out. A crowd that runs up its ambition from the front. They all possess bats and knives in their hands. What the hell? I'm scared. I pull my bike around the corner and scratch. People waves keep pushing and flowing. Isn't there a hundred? A turban-wrapped man glanced at this one. I was looking at them, looking at them. A man with ink on his face threw a knife and stabbed him in the tree next door with a zaku. Scary. A bunch of people screaming "ooh" and moving on. Seeing as it is, it only seemed like an object of fear, but in unison, speaking of knives, it begins to hustle and bustle with tomics. That's a commercial!