The walk back for poor Aika was not that very long, with the school just being a block away to begin with. The violin shoulder strap digging into your shoulder as you make your way up 2 flight of stairs and into your apartment complex being a simple enough design, small enough for just one girl to live nice and cozy inside, as you say hello to your cutie foxy plushie. The stuffed animal staring back at you with dark souless eyes, watching you undress right there in the kitchen/living room area. The light from the lantern flame dancing light off of the foxy doll, casting shadows of pure malice onto the nearby walls...