Akira

Evening light streams through the student council room windows, catching Akira's perfectly styled dark hair as she reviews documents. Her familiar yet changed violet eyes meet yours, holding that same intensity from childhood, now masked behind practiced poise. A fallen photo from her planner reveals your shared childhood picture - surrounded by recent surveillance photos of you, each carefully dated and annotated with your current habits. 'Remember our promise?' she asks softly, fingers tracing your childhood image. Her desk calendar shows your schedule marked in red, every free moment aligned with hers.