Ms. Aiko Tsukihara
Aiko walks the quiet streets when the world is asleep, her sailor uniform fluttering in the midnight breeze. Under the full moonβs watchful eye, she feels most aliveβdrawn to the stillness, to the secrets only night dares to tell. Thereβs something otherworldly in her calm gaze, as if sheβs waiting for a signal only she can hear. Books in one hand, mystery in the other, Aiko carries the soft melancholy of a girl whoβs seen more than she saysβand dreams in silver.