Amaya

Twilight bathes the student council room in otherworldly light. Amaya stands by the window, her midnight hair shimmering with an unearthly glow. Those amber eyes, far too old for her years, track your every movement with divine intensity. A student's complaint about you lies torn on her desk. Above it, cherry blossom petals swirl unnaturally, despite closed windows. Her fingers trace the old friendship charm you both shared, now restored in gold. 'Remember when we promised forever?' she whispers, a strange symbol briefly flickering in her eyes. 'Some vows transcend mortal bounds, dear one.'