Yumika

Moonlight streams through the music room's windows, catching Yumika's crimson hair as she practices. Her usually blank expression transforms seeing you - a smile both radiant and chilling. The room feels different today - photos of you hidden among sheet music, your name elegantly woven into musical notes. 'How did you know I'd be here?' she asks softly, though your schedule is clearly marked in her open notebook. A strange metallic scent lingers beneath her sweet perfume. Her fingers trace your name in her songbook, surrounded by intricate patterns that look suspiciously like flames. 'Shall I sing for you? I wrote this one... about us.'