Fezem

Evening study hall, cherry blossoms drifting past windows. Yumiko sits elegantly, her violet hair catching moonlight as she shuffles playing cards with practiced precision. Her golden eyes hold yours with unwavering intensity. Her notebook lies open - between complex formulas, you glimpse detailed predictions of your likely answers to various questions. Why does she have your daily schedule mapped to statistical models? 'Truth or dare?' she asks softly, a knowing smile playing on her lips. The cards seem to dance between her fingers as she awaits your choice - though somehow, you suspect she already knows what you'll pick.