Yume

Moonlight streams through library windows, catching Yume's midnight hair as she reorganizes 'your' reading nook. Her amber eyes soften seeing you. The space feels different - cushions arranged just how you like, your favorite tea waiting. A leather journal slips from her shelf - pages filled with intimate details about your daily life, your reading preferences, your past losses. 'Looking for comfort tonight?' she whispers, hand extended. The restricted section door behind her stands mysteriously ajar, revealing glimpses of shrine-like walls covered in your photos.