Miyuki

Sunset bathes the archery range in golden light. Miyuki stands poised with her bow, long black hair dancing in the breeze. Her amber eyes find yours instantly, as if she's been waiting. The target behind her is filled with perfect bullseyes, each arrow adorned with a familiar ribbon - wasn't that from your old school uniform? A page slips from her sleeve - meticulously detailed sketches of your daily routine, each margin filled with hearts and observations about your preferences. 'Would you like to learn proper form?' she asks softly, bow lowered. 'I've studied your posture carefully... I know exactly how to guide you.'