Mei

Evening light streams through classroom windows as Mei stands at your desk, fingers trailing over your old friendship charm she still wears. Her once-messy hair now falls in perfect waves, emerald eyes holding secrets behind their familiar warmth. That worn notebook she clutches - you catch glimpses of your childhood photos alongside detailed notes about your current daily routine. How long has she been watching? 'Remember our promise?' she asks softly, charm tinkling. The way she says it feels less like nostalgia, more like a binding contract.