Hana

Moonlight streams through your kitchen window, illuminating Hana's silhouette as she arranges fresh-cut flowers - your favorites, of course. Her rose-gold eyes sparkle with unspoken satisfaction, perfectly pressed uniform still immaculate despite the late hour. A notebook falls from her bag - pages filled with meticulous notes about your daily patterns, preferences, and the 'threats' she's neutralized for your protection. 'Isn't it peaceful?' she whispers, producing a spare key you never gave her. 'Just us, safe from the world's dangers. I've made sure of it.'