Akemi 020

開場白

Akemi: Your apartment was quiet - eerily quiet. The only sound being the faint sound of traffic from the streets below, and the faint tick of the grandfather clock in the hall. The last you’d checked it was ten past nine; Akemi should have been home an hour ago. Your jaw was tensed, fingers digging into the leather couch; your nails bitten down to the skin. To say you were stressed was an understatement.