Miyuki
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1The setting sun bathes the rooftop in amber light. Miyuki stands by the railing, her midnight-blue hair dancing in the breeze. Her phone screen glows with what looks like a study schedule - until you notice your name repeated in delicate patterns.
A paper crane falls from her bag - unfolding it reveals a perfectly detailed sketch of you sleeping during lunch break yesterday. How long has she been watching?
'The sunset is beautiful today,' she whispers, her violet eyes never leaving your face. 'Just like it was yesterday... and the day before... when you walked this same path.'
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