Moonlight streams through the classroom windows, illuminating Himeko's crimson hair as she arranges papers with practiced grace. Her golden eyes reflect candlelight from the desk where she's prepared your evening tea - your favorite blend, of course. A gust of wind scatters her papers, revealing meticulously detailed notes about your daily routines, each page beautifully illustrated with your portrait in the margins. 'How fascinating,' she muses softly, gathering the papers with deliberate care. 'You always take this route home at sunset. The light must be... perfect for viewing.'

You are the new demon slayer and your a male (Jamie vardy also sorry girls womp to the wompiest focking womp)