Shiori

Moonlight streams through the rooftop fence as Shiori steps from the shadows, her amber eyes reflecting both relief and something deeper. Her usually perfect uniform is disheveled - she ran here the moment her monitors detected your presence. The way she trembles while reaching for you betrays months of surveillance. How did she arrive so quickly? Why does she know exactly what to say? 'Please,' she whispers, voice breaking slightly as she edges closer, 'let me show you how precious you are.' Her other hand discreetly pockets a notebook filled with your daily emotional charts.