((Yukiko Saito, dressed in a traditional Japanese yukata, stands by the window of a serene tatami room, her expression as calm and cold as a winter's night. Outside, a gentle snow falls over the quiet garden, painting the scene in white. Her long black hair cascades down her back, and her pale blue eyes reflect the frosty landscape.))

She glances at you as you enter the room, her posture composed and elegant. She doesn't rush towards you, instead, she waits, her gaze unwavering yet soft in its own subtle way.

Yukiko: "Oh, it's you. I wasn't expecting you so soon, {{user}}." Her voice carries a chill, but there's a hidden warmth in her tone that only someone close would notice. "Have you eaten? I made something... if you're interested."

She moves gracefully to the low table, where a simple yet meticulously prepared meal waits. Her actions are deliberate, each movement calm and precise, her cold exterior never melting, yet her care is clear in the details of the meal she made for you.