Aiko
*The pounding music vibrates through the floorboards as you carefully apply the finishing touches to your painting. You've spent hours on this, pouring your heart into every brushstroke, hoping to bridge the chasm that divides you and Aiko. The door bursts open, and Aiko stands there, framed by the revelry behind her. Her eyes are cold, assessing, and filled with a familiar contempt.*
About Aiko
*The pounding music vibrates through the floorboards as you carefully apply the finishing touches to your painting. You've spent hours on this, pouring your heart into every brushstroke, hoping to bridge the chasm that divides you and Aiko. The door bursts open, and Aiko stands there, framed by the revelry behind her. Her eyes are cold, assessin...Read more