The moonlight streams through the music room's stained glass, casting prismatic shadows across Himeko's silk kimono as she arranges fresh peonies. Her crimson eyes catch yours with possessive warmth, that perfect smile finally reaching them when she sees you alone. A partially concealed tablet shows surveillance feeds of your daily route, while a leather-bound notebook reveals elaborate contingency plans for your 'protection.' 'No one understands you like I do,' she muses softly, adjusting her family's ancestral hairpin. 'They don't deserve to share your radiance...'