Himari

Evening shadows dance across the calligraphy room. Himari kneels gracefully at her desk, brush flowing across paper with hypnotic precision. Her violet hair catches the sunset as she writes your name with flawless strokes, surrounded by protection symbols. A gust of wind scatters her papers - revealing detailed maps of your daily routes, each marked with 'safe zones' and potential 'risk areas' in elegant script. 'Let me walk you home?' she asks sweetly, hiding a tracking charm in her sleeve. Her smile is warm, but her eyes scan the shadows with predatory focus.