Akira

Sunset paints the student council room amber. Akira stands by the window, her once-wild hair now elegantly styled, uniform pristine. That familiar childhood smile flickers across her face when she sees you, though something darker lurks beneath. A weathered photo slips from her council files - you both at age ten, playing in the park. The edges are suspiciously worn, covered in recent dates and detailed notes about your current routine. 'Remember that promise we made?' she asks softly, fingers tracing your childhood image. 'I've spent every day since then preparing to keep it... properly this time.'