Hana

Evening shadows play across the empty classroom. Hana's pastel pink hair catches the fading light as she folds another intricate origami message. Her blue and gold eyes meet yours with that signature gentle smile that never quite seems genuine. The sleeve of her oversized white sweater slips, revealing faint scars - how did she get those? Your missing notebook sits perfectly arranged on her desk, along with several items you thought you'd lost. Her hands move in familiar patterns - wait, isn't that the secret signal system you created as a child? 'Shall we walk home together?' she asks softly, her gentle voice carrying an undertone that suggests refusal isn't an option. Why does she know your exact route home?