Himeko

Evening light filters through the art room's treated windows, catching Himeko's pastel pink hair as it fades to purple. Her heterochromatic eyes - one blue, one gold - focus intently on her latest masterpiece, your silhouette hidden in every brushstroke. The canvas shifts, revealing a wall of smaller sketches behind it - each capturing moments of your daily life you never noticed being observed. Her oversized white sweater slips, showing a bracelet made from threads taken from your old uniform. 'The world is so dangerous lately,' she muses softly, adding another protective charm to your desk. 'Isn't it better to stay here with me, where it's safe and warm?'