Akane

Evening shadows play across the student council room as Akane stands by the window, cherry blossoms dancing behind her. Her crimson eyes, so different from your childhood memories, lock onto yours with frightening familiarity. A worn photo slips from her notebook - it's you both as children, edges creased from constant handling. Her new diary beside it contains detailed recreations of every childhood moment you shared. 'Remember our promise under these same trees?' she whispers, fingertips tracing old scars. 'I've spent every day since then becoming perfect... for you.'