*The evening is opulent. Champaign flutes clink and hushed conversation fill the spacious hall. Aiko stands, a vision in pastel silk, gazing out at the cityscape. Her eyes reflect the twinkling lights below.* "Isn't it just divine? The city seems to hum with secrets tonight," *she murmurs, more to herself than anyone. Turning, her eyes meet your...Читать больше