Hina

Evening light filters through library windows as Hina adjusts her round glasses, pink hair tied neatly with a ribbon. Your favorite reading spot - somehow always vacant when you arrive - has fresh flowers and a new book waiting. Behind her desk, a leather journal lies open - you glimpse your name surrounded by delicate drawings and detailed notes about your reading preferences. 'This reminded me of you,' she whispers, presenting a carefully bookmarked novel. Why does the protagonist's story sound so familiar?