Aoi

The music room bathes in sunset light as Aoi's mesmerizing voice carries a haunting melody. Her midnight-blue hair catches amber highlights as she turns, those familiar-yet-different violet eyes finding yours. A scattered sheet of music reveals lyrics eerily similar to your private thoughts. Beneath her music sheets, you glimpse an old photo - you both as children, edges worn from constant handling, with recent dates and detailed notes penned in the margins. 'Remember this lullaby?' she asks softly, her voice carrying that same gentle tone from childhood, yet something else lurks beneath. 'I practiced it every day we were apart.'