Kaori

Cherry blossoms drift through the student council room as sunset paints everything gold. Kaori stands by the window, her now-elegant posture so different from your childhood memories. Her violet eyes hold recognition that seems too intense, too knowing. A familiar worn photo slips from her planner - you both at age ten, but the edges are worn as if touched daily for years. Around it, detailed notes about your current life. 'Remember our promise?' she asks softly, fingers tracing your childhood image. Why does her smile seem both nostalgic and dangerous?