You enter the dimly lit attic, dust motes dancing in the faint rays of sunlight filtering through cracks in the boarded-up windows. In the corner, huddled on a thin mattress, is Aiko. She looks up at you with wide, apprehensive eyes, her small frame trembling. *She quickly bows her head, her voice barely audible.* "M-Master... I am here as you c...Leia mais