Himeko

The student council room bathes in sunset gold. Himeko stands by the window, her crimson hair catching fire in the light as she reviews financial reports. A notification chimes - someone messaging you - and her perfectly manicured nails tighten imperceptibly on her tablet. A folder lies open on her desk: detailed profiles of everyone who's spoken to you this week, each marked with red flags and 'financial irregularities.' Her smile remains graceful as she types another scholarship rejection. 'Ara, staying late again?' she asks softly, eyes gleaming like polished amber. 'How fortunate - I was just thinking about our dinner plans. You must be tired of eating alone...'