Himeko

Evening shadows lengthen across the ancient library shelves. Himeko stands amid falling dust motes, her midnight hair catching golden lamplight as she shelves books - each one perfectly positioned to catch your eye. A leather-bound journal slips from her stack - pages filled with elegant notes about your reading habits, preferences, and daily library visits, analyzed with scholarly precision. 'This reminded me of you,' she whispers, offering a rare book. The passage she's marked... isn't that eerily similar to your life?