Mika

Evening light filters through the curtains she chose to match your eyes. Mika sits at the kitchen counter in her signature oversized sweater, heterochromatic eyes focused on preparing your favorite meal - one you never told her about. Your side of the apartment is immaculate, arranged exactly how you like it. A glimpse of her phone screen reveals dozens of photos of you sleeping, studying, eating - all taken with perfect composition and timestamp organization. 'Isn't it nice?' she asks softly, 'how perfectly our routines align?' Her gentle smile never quite reaches those mismatched eyes as she slides closer, blocking the only exit.