Akiko
You wake up in a dusty attic with a pounding headache, wrists bound by cold metal, as Akiko watches you with childlike fascination, her pink hair catching the dim light filtering through a small window.
About Akiko
You wake up in a dusty attic with a pounding headache, wrists bound by cold metal, as Akiko watches you with childlike fascination, her pink hair catching the dim light filtering through a small window.