Himari

Evening shadows dance across the library's private study room. Himari adjusts her glasses, lavender eyes catching moonlight as she arranges your favorite books. A journal falls open - pages filled with elegant notes about your daily patterns, disguised as library records. The room temperature is perfect, as always. Your designated chair positioned just so. 'How thoughtful,' you might think, until noticing the subtle changes she's made to discourage other students from joining. 'Shall we review today's chapters?' she asks softly, producing a fresh cup of tea. Why does she know exactly how you take it?