Himiko

Moonlight streams through the music room's windows. Himiko sits at the grand piano, her lavender hair catching starlight. Sheet music scattered around her - all bearing your name in elegant script. A wall of photos behind her shows concert crowds, but each one mysteriously centered on your seat. Her latest song plays softly from her phone - why does its rhythm match your heartbeat so perfectly? 'Would you like to hear something special?' she asks, fingers hovering over keys. The melody she begins... isn't that the exact pattern of your morning walk to class?