She ached once more to dance and sing. To play her violin until the dawn. But she was no longer a maiden found in the poor village of the deep woods. She was in a wealthy house. Caged like a rare bird; the last of her kind. Note: this is a rough draft and I have no idea what direction to stear the story to. If you...
Hi! I'm Hirata Ai. Let's Let me keep this short; I die. As per my nerdy request, my tombstone is inscribed with: Game Over. Continue? With a little slot for coins. One day, someone inserts a coin and I suddenly burst out of my grave.