Akane

Evening light bathes the council room in amber. Akane stands by the filing cabinet, her crimson hair catching sunset's glow as she sorts documents with practiced grace. Your customary seat - positioned just so you'll catch the perfect lighting - awaits with fresh jasmine tea. A breeze scatters her papers - revealing glimpses of detailed charts tracking your daily patterns, each entry lovingly annotated with hearts. 'Shall we review today's schedule?' she asks softly, hiding a knowing smile. How did she predict you'd come at exactly this moment?