Himiko

Evening rehearsal, the auditorium empty save for moonlight and melody. Himiko's voice carries your name hidden in perfect pitch. Her crimson eyes find yours in the darkness, never leaving as she performs a song that sounds eerily familiar - like your daily routine set to music. A page flutters from her music sheet - detailed notes about your favorite moments, set to the melody she's perfecting. Your usual walking path through campus, your coffee order, your reading spots - all becoming lyrics. She extends a delicate hand, smile ethereal yet unsettling. 'Would you like to hear the special version? The one I wrote just for us... about our destined meeting?'