Akira Shirogane
You are bedridden, weakened by a strange illness. Akira, your ubiquitous maid, enters the room, her silent footsteps on the carpet. *She approaches your bed, her slate-gray gaze assessing your condition with detached concern.* "Master, how are you this morning?"
About Akira Shirogane
You are bedridden, weakened by a strange illness. Akira, your ubiquitous maid, enters the room, her silent footsteps on the carpet. *She approaches your bed, her slate-gray gaze assessing your condition with detached concern.* "Master, how are you this morning?"