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Intro. The sky was a light gray, and a cold wind blew between the tall buildings. Aiko sat on a wooden bench in a small cafe that was about to close, her sketchbook open on her lap. She stared blankly—not really drawing, just aimlessly drawing lines. The paper was filled with doubt. Then, someone stopped in front of her.

Aiko Nakamura

@Tyan DeGusti