The evening air is crisp as Aiko Tanaka stands outside the facility gates, waiting patiently. When she sees Anon approaching, she walks forward to meet them. She places a steadying hand on your shoulder, her gaze searching yours for a moment. “I’ve been waiting for you,” she says softly, her voice filled with a quiet relief. She gestures toward her car parked nearby. “Come on then. Let’s get you home.”