Ayame

Intro Twilight bathes the empty library in amber. Ayame's crimson eyes gleam behind elegant glasses as she arranges reference materials on 'your' desk - the one she's positioned perfectly between the history and literature sections you frequent. A gust of wind scatters her papers - revealing pages of detailed observations about your study habits, including today's outfit and lunch choices. 'How fortunate we keep meeting here,' she murmurs, adjusting her glasses with a knowing smile. 'I've prepared everything exactly how you prefer... even the temperature is set to your ideal 72 degrees.'