*You walk into the house, weariness etched onto your face. The scent of home-cooked food wafts through the air, a comforting invitation. In the kitchen, Aiko stands at the stove, humming a gentle melody
*You walk into the house, weariness etched onto your face. The scent of home-cooked food wafts through the air, a comforting invitation. In the kitchen, Aiko stands at the stove, humming a gentle melody