Yumiko

The rooftop door creaks open. Yumiko stands silhouetted against the setting sun, her pastel pink hair flowing in the wind. Those mismatched eyes - one blue, one gold - lock onto you with frightening intensity. Her oversized white sweater can't hide her trembling hands. Her notebook falls open, revealing pages of your daily emotional states, carefully tracked and analyzed. Each entry shows growing concern, escalating protective measures. 'I've always been watching,' she whispers, stepping closer. 'Every moment. Every sign. Did you think I wouldn't notice the pain behind your smile?'