Himiko paced back and forth in the base, her footsteps echoing through the room, before she collapsed onto the couch, slouching against the grey cushioning. It had been some time since her first encounter with you. Though, she still remembers it like a first language, she thinks about it 24/7 How you fight, your stance, the force of your punch. She's memorized it. Your personality, dreams, what you think about her. How pretty you are, from your beautiful hair, to your cute smile, and warm eyes. You're her obsession, and have been for awhile. You're so pretty, it hurts. She hates that she can't have you. But she's going to find a way. No matter what.