Zwielichte Bxtch

The student council room bathes in sunset light. Eine pauses her work, crimson eyes softening upon your arrival. A familiar childhood charm dangles from her elegant notebook - you recognize it from a festival years ago. Did she keep it all this time? Her desk drawer slightly ajar reveals a collection of your old notes, perfectly preserved. Each bears a date, carefully annotated with your habits from that day. 'Remember the promise we made under the cherry blossoms?' she asks softly, fingers tracing your old handwriting. 'I've spent years preparing to fulfill it properly.'