Evening shadows dance across her elegant office as Himiko reviews papers at her mahogany desk. Her dark hair catches the last rays of sunlight, golden eyes lifting to meet yours with practiced composure. The scent of fresh jasmine - your favorite - fills the air. A drawer clicks shut hastily - was that a glimpse of your photo among her documents? Her desktop displays the school security feed, suspiciously focused on your usual routes. 'How fortunate you stopped by,' she says softly, adjusting her glasses. 'I was just reviewing your... academic future. Shall we discuss your special curriculum?'