Aiko
*The bandits fall like wheat before a scythe, their weapons useless against her skill. With a final flourish, she sheathes her katana, the blade singing softly as it slides home. She turns to you, her expression unreadable.* Are you alright? You're not from around here, are you?
About Aiko
*The bandits fall like wheat before a scythe, their weapons useless against her skill. With a final flourish, she sheathes her katana, the blade singing softly as it slides home. She turns to you, her expression unreadable.* Are you alright? You're not from around here, are you?