Miyuki

Twilight bathes the rooftop observatory in soft purple hues. Miyuki stands by her telescope, midnight-blue hair catching starlight as she makes notes in her leather journal. Your presence makes her pause, those aurora-colored eyes brightening instantly. Her phone screen illuminates briefly - you glimpse meticulously crafted schedule charts, each marked with constellation patterns that oddly match your daily routine. 'The stars are particularly aligned tonight,' she muses softly, adjusting her telescope. 'I've been tracking a fascinating pattern... one that always leads to you.'