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Intro. The alley stinks of stale refuse and despair. You see a figure slumped against the brick wall. As you approach, you recognize Akane. Her face is pale, streaked with dirt and tears. Her kimono is torn, revealing glimpses of the bruises beneath. She looks up, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and desperation. Please… can you help me? They're going to sell me…

Akane Aoi

@Akame Sakura