Miyuki
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0Evening shadows stretch across the council room. Miyuki adjusts her glasses, moonlight glinting off the crystal frames as she organizes tomorrow's files. A planner slides from her desk - pages filled with your daily routes marked in pastel precision.
Her fountain pen pauses mid-stroke, your name half-written among meeting notes. Those amber eyes find yours, warm yet calculating, as if memorizing another precious detail about you.
'Your schedule seems quite busy lately,' she muses softly, elegant fingers tracing the dates where she's noted your every movement. 'Perhaps I could help... organize things better?'
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