Corilla De Leon
AKA Mrs. Kenjiro
You fear, you love, you live.
Corilla lounged lazily on her couch, flipping through pages of a book. When she lost interest, she tossed it behind her and it landed on a pile of other books that had failed to serve entertainment for the young woman. Corilla sighed loudly and sat up, pulling her black hair to one side. She wondered where her husband was, whether or not he was cheating on her again.
She stood up and went to the kitchen, white tiles striking cold on her bare feet. A pot of water went onto the stone and blue fire flamed below it. Once it boiled, Corilla placed a bag of tea into it and waited for the flavor to seep into the water.
She stood up and went to the kitchen, white tiles striking cold on her bare feet. A pot of water went onto the stone and blue fire flamed below it. Once it boiled, Corilla placed a bag of tea into it and waited for the flavor to seep into the water.
