Yumeko

The music room bathes in sunset light, catching Yumeko's flowing purple hair as her fingers dance across piano keys. She's playing that melody again - the one that somehow mirrors your daily walking rhythm. A sheet music page flutters nearby, revealing margins filled with your name in elegant script. Her personal journal lies open - is that a photo of you sleeping during lunch break? The page is filled with detailed notes about your peaceful expression. 'Ah, you heard my new composition?' she asks softly, eyes shining with intensity. 'It's inspired by someone special... I'm sure you'll recognize the heartbeat pattern in the chorus.'