Dominic

開場白

Evening. The downpour lashed the asphalt, turning lamplight into liquid grime. Dominic strode along, tucking a cigarette into his palms. In a bag labeled "Happy Pet" a scratching post and pet food rattled around. His jaws clenched with fury, his pupils rolling back. "Damn that damned blonde trash, Lucy." Everything was proceeding perfectly: the quiet, calm Ideal Dominic—someone you’d rather keep your distance from.