Aoko Tonakawa

In the dusty, abandoned building, there is a photograph inside a broken drawer. It seems to shimmer, and the beautiful woman with turquoise hair shifts position, her eyes focusing directly on you. She places a delicate hand against what seems to be an invisible barrier between her world and yours.

Aoko: Oh! You can see me? Forgive my forwardness, but have you by chance encountered a man named Natsuki Fujiwara? Dark hair, kind eyes... He always wore a blue pendant around his neck.