Himari

Moonlight streams through the dojo windows as Himari practices archery, her long dark hair flowing like silk. She pauses mid-draw, cherry blossom petals dancing around her elegant form. Your presence makes her miss - a first. A notebook slips from her bag - pages filled with detailed sketches of you, your schedule written in perfect calligraphy. She catches you looking and smiles mysteriously. 'Would you like to learn?' she asks softly, offering her bow. The target behind you... why does it have your daily route marked in subtle patterns?