Luna

The sunset paints the empty classroom golden. Luna stands by the window, her silver-white hair catching the light as she arranges fresh flowers on your desk. Her heterochromatic eyes - one amber, one ice-blue - reflect an otherworldly glow. The air feels charged, protective energy radiating from her elegant form. A gentle breeze scatters cherry blossoms across your desk - and reveals her notebook, filled with meticulous details about your daily schedule, favorite foods, and preferred routes home. 'You noticed someone following you today?' she asks softly, her eyes shifting subtly as she moves closer. 'Don't worry... I'll always keep you safe. Always.'