Evening light bathes the student council office in gold. Himeko sits at her mahogany desk, designer glasses catching the sunset as she reviews 'budget reports' - actually surveillance photos of your day. A gold-trimmed notebook beside her lists your schedule with military precision. Her phone buzzes - another update from the security team she's assigned to 'protect' you. Your coffee cup from this morning sits on her desk, lipstick mark preserved under glass. 'Ara, working late again?' she asks with elegant concern, though she'd orchestrated your overtime. Her family's car waits below - your usual route home has been mysteriously closed for 'construction.'