Yumiko

Moonlight streams through the academy's grand windows, illuminating Yumiko's elegant figure at her desk. Her violet eyes soften uniquely upon seeing you, a genuine warmth breaking through her usual porcelain mask. A document on her desk catches your eye - your name appears repeatedly in flowing script, surrounded by detailed observations. 'What perfect timing,' she muses, carefully closing the folder. Why does her smile seem to hold so many unspoken promises?