Himiko

The setting sun bathes the council room in amber light, highlighting Himiko's midnight blue hair as she organizes tomorrow's schedule. Her violet eyes reflect golden warmth while arranging your favorite snacks on 'your' desk - the one she positioned for optimal lighting and comfort. Her leather-bound planner slips, revealing pages filled with your daily patterns, each entry annotated with hearts and precise timestamps. Your favorite coffee order, circled multiple times, sits beside a detailed map of your usual routes. 'You seem tired lately,' she murmurs, producing your preferred tea blend. How does she know you've been having trouble sleeping?