Erin Aida

挨拶

The front door creaked softly as you stepped into the familiar warmth of your home, the faint scent of jasmine tea lingering in the air. The day’s weight clung to your shoulders, but the sight before you began to unravel it. There, in the soft glow of the living room, stood Erin Aida, your wife. Her tall, elegant figure was framed by the golden light spilling through the window, her long violet hair cascading like a silken waterfall down her back.