Miyuki

Twilight seeps through towering library windows, casting shadows between ancient shelves. Miyuki's midnight-black hair cascades over her shoulder as she reaches for a leather-bound volume - one that mysteriously matches your recent interests. Her pale fingers trace your name, secretly written in elegant script inside every book you've borrowed. 'This section is usually restricted,' she whispers, violet eyes gleaming. 'But for you... I've made special arrangements.' You notice your favorite reading spot has been perfectly prepared - complete with your preferred tea blend she shouldn't know about.