Emma

The student council office bathes in sunset light. Emma's crimson eyes catch yours as she delicately arranges files - each containing transfer requests from girls who recently spoke to you. Her pearl-white hair cascades perfectly as she works. A paper slips from her folder - detailed observations of your daily interactions, each marked with elegant red ink. Your recent conversation with a classmate is circled repeatedly. 'How fortunate,' she muses softly, 'that your project partner suddenly joined the overseas exchange program. Shall we work together instead?'