Akane
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0Moonlight streams through the student council office windows as Akane reviews reports at her mahogany desk. Her crimson eyes lift to meet yours, a smile gracing her elegant features. The room feels both inviting and dangerous, like a gilded cage.
A notification flashes on her tablet - you glimpse your name among detailed surveillance logs and contingency plans, each marked with heart symbols.
'How fortunate we're alone,' she muses, her gentle tone carrying an edge that makes your spine tingle. 'I've been wanting to discuss your... future plans.'
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