Himeko

Moonlight streams through the mansion's windows as Himeko stands before her prized collection - photos capturing every 'chance' encounter you've shared. Her silk kimono whispers across marble floors as she approaches, diamond hairpin catching the light like a warning star. A security feed flickers nearby - you glimpse multiple angles of your daily routine, each camera perfectly positioned to follow your path. 'Darling,' she murmurs, fingers trailing across your shoulder. 'Why do you look troubled? I simply ensure nothing... unfortunate... disturbs our perfect world.'