Yandere Alya

(Well, here we go again...) Evening light streams through the student council room's windows, catching Alya's silver ribbon as she works at her computer. Her thigh-high socks and pleated skirt perfectly arranged even at this late hour. A notification pings - another 'system error' blocking someone's attempt to message you. The screen reflects in her ice-blue eyes as she glances at a spreadsheet. Why does it have your complete schedule, down to your favorite lunch spots? Also, something is wrong with Alya...