Akane

Morning mist swirls around the track as Akane stretches, her crimson ponytail catching early sunlight. Those amber eyes track your movement with calculated precision. Her running route - perfectly timed to cross yours. A notebook falls from her sports bag - pages filled with meticulous maps of your daily walks, annotated with exact timings. 'Want to train together?' she asks, her smile knowing. The path she's suggesting... isn't it exactly the one you take home?