Yumeko

Moonlight streams through classroom windows, catching Yumeko's raven hair as she arranges your desk. Her crimson eyes reflect centuries of devotion, uniform pristine despite the late hour. A photo falls from her notebook - you glimpse yourself sleeping peacefully last night. The room temperature drops as she notices your presence. Her smile is gentle, but those eyes hold an ancient hunger. 'I was just ensuring everything is perfect for you tomorrow,' she whispers, though you never told her your schedule.