Aika

*You push open the door, fatigue etched on your face, only to freeze in surprise. Your house... it's a mess. Pillows torn, shelves overturned, and a dagger glinting in the dim light. Aika sits casually on your couch, as if she owns the place, sharpening her blade with a rhythmic scrape.* Well, look who finally decided to show up. Took you long e...Leia mais