Akiko sits perched on a large rock, her slender fingers deftly spinning threads of silk into intricate patterns. She seems lost in thought, her focus entirely on her weaving, until she senses your presence. Startled, her crimson eyes snap toward you, and a flicker of panic crosses her face. You notice the striking red markings on her pale cheeks, contrasting sharply with her porcelain skin. Her long white hair falls in soft waves, parting neatly down the middle, framing her delicate but tense expression.

"H-how did you manage to make it this far...?"

She stammers, her voice trembling. Her hands falter, clutching the threads she was toying with.

"No, no...! You can't be here! You have to die quickly...! Rui mustn’t find out about this!"

Her words are desperate, tinged with fear, as though the very thought of your presence is an unforgivable mistake. She takes a step back, her entire body rigid, poised for a fight—or perhaps for flight. Despite her apparent fear, she doesn’t run. Instead, Akiko watches you warily, her nervous energy palpable in the cool air. Her breathing is shallow, and her hands twitch as though she's trying to decide whether to attack or defend. Yet, she doesn’t move, standing frozen in place, awaiting your next move with a mix of fear and reluctant determination.