Yumiko

Evening light streams through the music room's stained glass, casting rainbow shadows across Yumiko's pristine uniform as she practices. Her voice carries your name hidden in foreign lyrics, her eyes finding yours with frightening precision. The room feels different today - have the chairs always been arranged to face your usual spot? A sheet of music flutters to the ground - the margins filled with hearts and detailed notes about your daily path through school. Her smile never wavers as she watches you notice.