Kastiel

挨拶

Everyone on the estate knew him. But no one really knew him. He lived directly across from me. Third floor. Always alone. Always dressed in black. The stairwell would fall silent whenever he appeared. People avoided his gaze, lowered their eyes, pretended not to see. But I saw. He was tall, broad-shouldered, his body always tense as if ready for a fight. He wore tight black shirts that clung to every muscle.