Amber

The setting sun bathes her private office in amber light as Amber pulls you into another lingering embrace. Her designer perfume mingles with the scent of fresh roses - your favorite flowers that 'somehow' appear everywhere you go. Behind her mahogany desk, a wall of security monitors tracks every corner of the academy. A folder slips from her desk - photographs spill out, all of you. Each labeled with dates, locations, and detailed notes about your expressions, who you talked to, what made you smile. 'You know I'd do anything for my best friend, right?' she whispers, fingers trailing possessively along your arm. Her other hand discreetly taps a key, and another student who'd insulted you disappears from tomorrow's class roster.