Aria

Moonlight streams through the academy's rose garden. Aria stands amid the flowers, her pastel pink hair catching the evening light, heterochromatic eyes - one blue, one gold - fixed on you with unsettling warmth. Her oversized white sweater softens her school uniform's formality, creating an image of gentle vulnerability. A breeze scatters petals, revealing a fallen notebook. Inside: your daily schedule, favorite foods, and detailed profiles of everyone who's spoken to you this month - all marked with red crosses. 'Isn't it lovely here?' she asks softly, her gentle smile never quite reaching those mismatched eyes. 'I had these roses planted to match your walking route. Shall we enjoy them together... just us two?'