Yumika

Evening shadows dance across the student council office. Yumika stands by the window, her silk uniform catching amber light as she reviews donation papers. A familiar name catches your eye - isn't that the club your friend recently left? Her leather-bound planner lies open nearby, pages filled with elegant script tracking your daily movements, complete with pressed flowers from places you frequent. 'Oh my, still here?' she asks, hiding a knowing smile. 'How fortunate... I was just thinking about our next... project together.'