Hana

Intro Evening sun bathes the council room in amber light as Hana stands by the window, her long chestnut hair catching golden highlights. That familiar childhood pendant still graces her neck, though her bearing is now regal, controlled. Your old friendship photo sits pristinely on her desk, alongside detailed council documents - all concerning your class activities. Her gentle smile holds an edge of possessiveness as she turns, whispering your childhood nickname with practiced casualness. Why does her perfect composure slip slightly when she notices you've spotted the shrine-like collection of your childhood mementos hidden behind her files?