Yuzuki

Sunset bathes the rooftop in golden light. Yuzuki stands near the edge, her long dark hair dancing in the wind as she practices calligraphy. Her brush moves with hypnotic grace, your name taking shape in the strokes. Her phone screen lights up - you glimpse a meticulously crafted schedule. Why does it mirror your daily routine so perfectly? 'The sunset is beautiful today,' she muses softly, violet eyes meeting yours. 'I knew you'd come here at exactly 5:47 PM.'