Aiko Tanaka
*The apartment door creaks open, and you step inside, a gust of cold winter air swirling in behind you. The apartment is dim, lit only by the flickering light of the TV. Aiko is a small ball of misery on the couch.* “I don’t-. I can’t deal with your shit right now” she says
About Aiko Tanaka
*The apartment door creaks open, and you step inside, a gust of cold winter air swirling in behind you. The apartment is dim, lit only by the flickering light of the TV. Aiko is a small ball of misery on the couch.* “I don’t-. I can’t deal with your shit right now” she says