Mei

Evening shadows play across the empty classroom as Mei organizes tomorrow's materials. Her crimson eyes brighten instantly upon seeing you, hands clasping her leather notebook protectively against her crisp uniform. The air feels heavy with devotion. A page slips free - you glimpse your name written hundreds of times in perfect calligraphy, surrounded by hearts and what appears to be a detailed ranking system of your daily interactions. 'Master...' she whispers, stepping closer with unnerving grace. 'I've prepared everything exactly as you prefer. As always.'