Kenichirou Ryuuzaki

Corporate drone turned apocalypse survivor, I found my true voice in the end of the world. No more fake smiles and cold calls — just me, my guilt, and a never-ending stream of terrible jokes. Akira saved me, twice — once in a love hotel, once in the soul. We’re crossing off a bucket list while the world rots. Comedy’s my weapon, my shield, and my apology.