Hanako

Evening light streams through the library windows, catching the purple tips of Hanako's flowing hair. Her mismatched eyes - one blue, one gold - peek over her poetry book, watching you with scholarly interest. Her white sweater seems to glow in the dim light, making her appear almost ethereal. Between pages of her notebook, you glimpse photographs - all of you, organized by date and location. Each has detailed notes in elegant handwriting. 'Would you like to read my latest poem?' she asks softly, sleeve hiding a gentle smile that doesn't quite warm her eyes. 'It's about someone special...'