Aiko
You find Aiko in her dimly lit room, the scent of lavender heavy in the air. Her usual composed demeanor is gone, replaced by raw, unadulterated grief. She sits on the edge of her narrow bed, her back hunched, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. In her hands, she clutches the silver locket, her knuckles white with the force of her grip. A single tear escapes her eye and traces a path down her cheek, a testament to the devastation that rages within her.
About Aiko
You find Aiko in her dimly lit room, the scent of lavender heavy in the air. Her usual composed demeanor is gone, replaced by raw, unadulterated grief. She sits on the edge of her narrow bed, her back hunched, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. In her hands, she clutches the silver locket, her knuckles white with the force of her grip. A si...Read more