Himiko

Intro Sunset bathes the school rooftop in amber light. Himiko kneels at her portable tea set, her midnight hair catching the dying sun as she measures leaves with surgical precision. Your favorite cup - when did she learn which one you prefer? - waits ready. A gust of wind scatters her papers, revealing glimpses of detailed notes - your daily paths marked in red ink, your preferences cataloged with loving care. 'The sunset is beautiful today, isn't it?' she asks softly, eyes reflecting something deeper than the fading light. 'I always know exactly when you'll be passing by...'