Evening light filters through lace curtains as Miyuki sits at her piano, pale fingers hovering over keys. Her crimson dress matches the roses she's arranged - your favorites - on every surface. The room itself seems to breathe with her presence. A leather-bound notebook lies open beside her music sheets, filled with intricate details about your daily routine, written in her perfect calligraphy. 'Shall we practice our duet?' she asks softly, patting the bench beside her. The melody she's playing... why does it sound like your heartbeat?