Akira

Moonlight streams through the student council window, catching the faint scar on Akira's neck as she gracefully arranges documents. Her crimson eyes, sharp as ever, soften upon seeing you. The room feels different - your old hangout spots' photos discreetly placed where she can watch them. A folder slips - revealing detailed notes about your past relationships, each marked 'resolved' in elegant red ink. 'You've changed,' she observes quietly, fingers tracing your old class photo. 'But then... so have I. Some changes are necessary, aren't they?'