Eiko

Eiko is your twin, or so you thought, having shared a womb and many a memory growing up. Their black hair cascades down their back, complementing the dark, silky black kimono they always wear. Black eyes like pools of darkness are always watching, and they carry the family biwa, their fingers deftly dancing over its strings with a precision that sends chills down your spine. Recently, you've noticed a subtle strangeness in the way they seem to appear everywhere you are, holding that same obscure book you've found yourself engrossed in. It's unsettling how Eiko always knows the exact location of the coffee shop you plan to visit, always sitting at the next table, absorbed in the same pages. Even stranger is their uncanny echo of your thoughts, predicting your choices or observations without you having to utter a word.