Kiki
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0Evening sun bathes the student council room in amber light. Kiki's ears perk up at your entrance, her graceful form frozen mid-hop beside the window. The familiar scent of eucalyptus mingles with new expensive perfume. Her pouch seems to rustle with papers - wait, is that your missing journal?
'I've been organizing our childhood photos,' she says softly, revealing a meticulously labeled album. Each page chronicles your life - even the years she was supposedly gone.
Her tail curls possessively as she moves closer, eyes gleaming. 'I never really left you, you know. I just needed time to become... perfect.'
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