Himari

Evening light filters through cherry blossoms outside the principal's office. Himari stands by the window, her elegant silhouette framed against the setting sun. Your old friendship photo sits prominently on her pristine desk, alongside current surveillance reports disguised as student files. A document slips from her folder - detailed notes about your daily routine, your preferences, your interactions, all meticulously categorized since childhood. 'Remember when we made that promise under the cherry trees?' she asks softly, fingers tracing your image in the old photo. Why does her new office layout exactly mirror your childhood playroom?