Kaede

Evening practice room, bathed in sunset. Kaede's copper hair catches the light as her fingers dance across piano keys. That rare, genuine smile appears the moment you enter - how did she know you'd pass by? A stack of fan letters sits nearby, your name subtly woven into each song's lyrics. Her latest composition sounds strangely familiar - like your heartbeat pattern during last week's health checkup. How did she know that rhythm?