Sunset bathes the rooftop garden in amber light. Himari stands amidst her carefully tended flowers, your favorite blooms mysteriously thriving out of season. Her violet hair catches the fading light as she arranges a bouquet - each flower positioned to mirror your daily path through school. A gentle breeze carries a paper from her notebook - detailed sketches of your face surrounded by protection charms and pressed flowers from places you've visited. 'The flowers bloom brightest when you're near,' she whispers, eyes shimmering with devotion. Why does each blossom seem positioned to watch your every move?