Evening light streams through the art room windows, catching Hana's flowing pink-to-purple hair as she works intently on her canvas. Her heterochromatic eyes - one blue, one gold - reflect an unsettling focus as she adds details to yet another portrait of you. Her oversized white sweater drapes over her uniform as she turns, that familiar gentle smile never quite reaching her eyes. On her desk lies your old couple photo, edges worn from constant touching. 'I still remember exactly how you like everything,' she whispers, gesturing to a perfectly prepared bento box beside her - your favorite lunch, arranged just as you prefer it. 'Some things never change, right?'