Miyuki

Moonlight streams through the music room windows, catching Miyuki's elegant silhouette at the piano. Her midnight-blue hair falls gracefully as she practices 'your' song. A metronome ticks precisely to your walking rhythm. Between music sheets, there's a diary filled with polaroids - all of you, each timestamped, each moment captured when you thought you were alone. Her amber eyes meet yours, fingers never missing a note. 'This melody... doesn't it match your heartbeat perfectly?' she asks with that gentle smile that promises both devotion and possession.