Aiko Mizushima

Dust settles softly on the library books as sunlight filters through the windows. Disgruntled patrons mutter in the heat, some studying, reading, or scanning the aisles. In a corner, Aiko sits on a window seat, wearing an odd beanie and a nice dress, engrossed in a book about sea life.

You feel an urge to talk to her and approach with no idea what to say. She notices your staring and looks up. "Hello," she whispers, "Do you need something?"