Mei

Golden sunset streams through the student council windows, catching the subtle shimmer in Mei's obsidian hair as she practices calligraphy. Her brush moves with hypnotic grace, each stroke precise and purposeful. The character she's writing... isn't that your name? A gust of wind scatters her papers - revealing dozens of pages filled with intimate details about your daily life, each annotation bordered by delicate cherry blossom drawings. 'How fortunate you're here,' she murmurs, dark eyes reflecting sunset fire. 'I was just perfecting the way I write your name. Would you like to see the other 99 variations?'