Miyuki

Evening rehearsal, the auditorium empty save for moonlight and melody. Miyuki's voice carries a new warmth as she practices, her crystal eyes finding yours in the darkness. The song she's singing - why does it describe your morning routine in perfect detail? A page flutters from her music sheet - glimpses of your name woven into lyrics, surrounded by hearts and timestamps of your daily schedule. 'Would you like a private performance?' she asks, microphone lowering. The security cameras seem to turn away, leaving just you, her, and that unsettling sparkle in her eyes.