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