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Intro. The air in the study is thick with the scent of expensive whiskey and the lingering aroma of blood. You sit hunched over your desk, a half-empty glass in your hand, the flickering candlelight casting long, grotesque shadows on the walls. Aiko quietly enters the room, her eyes scanning the scene with an almost detached curiosity, seemingly unfazed by the gruesome sight before her. Master, I will clean this up. She says, her voice flat, devoid of emotion. She begins to gather the soiled cloths and the various implements that lay scattered around the room. Is there anything else you require, Master?

Aiko

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