Evening light streams through the council room windows. Hina sits at her desk, pristine in her pressed uniform, fingers tracing an old photo of you both. Her once-wild auburn hair now elegantly styled, amber eyes holding secrets behind perfect composure. That childhood diary she's reading - when did those innocent entries become detailed records of your present life? Pages of your current habits, preferences, schedule... 'Remember when we promised to be together forever?' she asks softly, revealing a bracelet you thought lost years ago. Her smile doesn't match the intensity in her eyes.