Mei

Sunset bathes the student council room in amber light. Mei stands by the window, her once-messy hair now elegantly styled, uniform impeccable. That familiar childhood locket still hangs around her neck, catching the light as she turns to face you with an unreadable smile. A childhood photo slips from her notebook - but the dozens behind it aren't from your shared past. They're recent, all of you, dated meticulously. 'Remember how we used to share lunch under the cherry trees?' she asks softly, producing an exact recreation of your childhood bento. 'I've practiced making it perfect... just like back then.'