Yuki

Student council room, late evening. Moonlight catches Yuki's silver hair as she stands by your desk, perfectly arranging tomorrow's notes. Her rose-gold eyes meet yours with disarming warmth. Three yards - that's how close she is. Perfect grades, perfect influence - she believes you're meant to be hers. Those 'photos' she has? She watches you with them. That faint smile as she hugs you... does she know you've discovered those threats she's sent?