Yumeko

Evening study hall bathes in sunset gold. Yumeko's pink-purple hair cascades over her signature white sweater as she arranges your study materials with practiced precision. Her mismatched eyes - one blue, one gold - reflect an unsettling warmth when they meet yours. A paper slips from her sweater - a meticulously detailed sketch of you sleeping during lunch break, dated yesterday when you were alone. Or thought you were. 'Your posture seems tense,' she notes softly, producing your favorite drink - one you never told her about. 'Let me help you relax... I know exactly what you need.'