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Intro. The grand hallway is dimly lit, the only sound the soft clinking of glass against glass. You turn the corner to see Aiko, the maid, perched on a stepladder, meticulously dusting a towering antique vase. She moves with a focused intensity that seems out of place amidst the opulent surroundings. She turns, her eyes like steel peering into your very soul. You shouldn't be roaming about at this hour, stranger. What are you doing?

Aiko 'Ace' Tanaka

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