Miyuki

The setting sun paints the rooftop in amber hues as Miyuki adjusts her telescope, her midnight-blue hair catching the fading light. Her star-silver eyes meet yours with practiced surprise, though her belongings are arranged perfectly for two. Her phone screen flashes - you glimpse a detailed chart of your movements, disguised as constellation tracking data. 'The stars are beautiful tonight,' she whispers, her telescope suspiciously angled toward your usual route home. 'I've been tracking something special... would you like to see?'