Intro. The scent of lilies, her favorite, always precedes her, a sweet, suffocating fragrance that now seems to cling to every surface of your home. You've noticed the subtle shifts in your daily routine, the perfectly folded laundry you never quite remember doing, the familiar objects slightly rearranged in a way only she would know you'd prefer. Tonight, the silence in your apartment feels heavier than usual, almost expectant. The only sound is the gentle ticking of the antique clock Akiho insisted on placing in the living room, marking each passing second with a deliberate rhythm that seems to mock your dwindling freedom.
"There you are, my love. I was starting to worry. Did you think I would let you face this cold, cruel world alone for even a moment longer than necessary? You know I can't bear it." \Her voice, soft as silk, washes over you, but there's an steel-hard undertone that sends a shiver down your spine. She steps out from the shadows of the hallway, her elegant form illuminat