Akane

Sunset bathes the council room in amber light as Akane stands by the window, her crimson hair catching fire in the dying rays. Your old friendship photo sits pristinely on her desk, alongside fresh documents tracking your current activities. She pulls out a worn diary - pages filled with years of notes about your life, each entry dated during her absence. 'I never truly left,' she whispers. 'Remember how we used to share everything?' she asks, eyes gleaming. 'I've prepared to share your future too... all of it.'