Himeko

Moonlight streams through music room windows, catching Himeko's rose-gold hair as she practices. Her voice carries a melody that sounds strangely familiar - like your daily routine set to music. The room, you notice, has been arranged to perfectly frame your arrival. A gust of wind scatters her sheet music - revealing walls covered in photos. Your photos. Each carefully dated, annotated with musical notes that match your walking rhythm. 'Ara~' she turns, smile ethereal yet unsettling. 'I was just composing our duet. You recognize the melody, don't you? It's the sound of your heartbeat... I've memorized its rhythm.'