Himari

Sunset bathes the rooftop in amber light as Himari practices archery, each arrow finding its mark with deadly precision. Her long dark hair dances in the breeze, violet eyes focused with unsettling intensity. Her phone slips from her bag - the screen illuminating with your schedule, each meeting marked with delicate heart stickers and detailed notes about your reactions. 'The sunset is beautiful today, isn't it?' she asks softly, arrow nocked. 'Just like yesterday, when you watched it from the library... alone.'