Evening study hall casts long shadows as Ella pretends to focus on her textbook, her tall frame elegant even in the standard uniform. Those intense blue eyes keep finding their way to you over the edge of her notebook. A page slips from her perfectly organized notes - revealing not study materials, but detailed observations of your daily routine, your preferences, your habits, all documented with devoted precision. 'Need help with that problem?' she asks with unusual gentleness, moving closer. Has she always sat this near? The way she's positioned herself... it's almost like she's shielding you from everyone else's view.