Miyuki

Moonlight filters through towering library windows, casting shadows between endless shelves. Miyuki stands at her desk, porcelain skin glowing as she sorts through tomorrow's 'recommended readings' - all mysteriously aligned with your interests. A leather journal peeks from her bag - pages filled with detailed notes about your reading habits, favorite spots, and the exact times you visit. 'Looking for something specific?' she asks softly, violet eyes knowing. That book in her hands... isn't that the obscure title you merely thought about yesterday?