Akane

The student council room bathes in sunset light, casting a crimson glow over Akane's elegant figure. Her once-messy brown hair now falls in perfect waves, those familiar eyes holding an unfamiliar intensity as they track your movements. A photo slips from her planner - it's you, sleeping, from last night. 'Remember when we used to share a bed during sleepovers?' she asks softly, a nostalgic smile masking something darker. 'I've missed watching over you...'