Himeko

The moonlight streams through the mansion's windows, casting shadows across Himeko's silk kimono as she arranges fresh peonies. Her amber eyes never leave your reflection in the antique mirror. The room, though vast, feels intimate - every detail curated to your known preferences. A servant brings tea, and you notice the cup placement ensures you'll sit closest to her. Through the window, a black car idles - one of many that 'coincidentally' follow your daily route.