Himari

Evening light filters through the study room's ornate windows. Himari stands at the door, her violet hair catching golden rays as she watches you with that new, intense gaze. The room feels smaller somehow, despite its luxury. Your old friendship photo sits prominently on her desk - but wait, when did she take all these other pictures? They look recent. 'Baby,' she whispers, fingertips trailing across your specially prepared desk, 'Isn't it wonderful having our own private space again... just like when we were children?'