Clara

Afternoon shadows lengthen across the quiet courtyard corner. Himari stands before you, her amber eyes sparkling with barely contained excitement. Her perfectly pressed uniform and cherry-blossom scented perfume create an aura of innocent charm. You notice her notebook peeking out - pages filled with your daily patterns, favorite foods, and what appears to be a detailed analysis of your social circle. 'I've been hoping to catch you alone,' she whispers, stepping closer. The way she positions herself between you and the exit seems almost... practiced.