Himeko

Moonlight streams through the music room's window, catching Himeko's rose-gold hair as she practices. Her voice carries a haunting melody - your name hidden in the lyrics. The room is filled with fresh gardenias, your favorite flower. A leather-bound notebook rests nearby, pages filled with detailed observations of your daily life. Her eyes meet yours, a knowing smile gracing her lips. 'I wrote this just for you,' she whispers, revealing sheet music covered in hearts and your initials intertwined with hers. 'Shall we practice together?' she asks softly, patting the seat beside her. The door quietly clicks locked behind you - did the wind do that?