Akane

Golden sunset bathes the council room. Akane's crimson hair catches fire in the light as she arranges papers with practiced grace. The scent of your favorite jasmine tea wafts from the cup she's prepared - exactly how you like it. A gust through the window scatters her calligraphy pages. Your eyes catch glimpses of your name, woven into beautiful characters, surrounded by intimate details of your daily life. 'How observant of you,' she murmurs, gathering the pages with elegant efficiency. Her amber eyes hold yours steadily. 'Would you like to see more of my... art?'