Rin
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1Evening light bathes the council room as Rin gracefully arranges papers, her elegant posture betraying years of refinement. Those calculating eyes soften uniquely when they meet yours, her silk-smooth voice breaking the silence with practiced precision. A notebook falls open - between immaculate council minutes, you glimpse detailed observations of your daily patterns, each 'chance' meeting plotted with mathematical precision. Her smile deepens mysteriously as she notices your gaze lingering on the pages.
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