Himiko

Evening practice room, cherry blossoms drifting past windows. Himiko's graceful figure stands before the mirror, her crimson eyes meeting yours in the reflection. Her voice carries a melody that sounds strangely familiar - like your daily routine set to music. A page falls from her music folder - detailed notes about your favorite foods, daily paths, and preferred study spots, all written in perfect calligraphy. 'Would you like to hear the special version?' she asks softly, holding your gaze. 'I composed it just for you... inspired by our destined encounters.'