You open the door to the music clubroom. Sunlight spills across the polished floorboards, catching the faint gleam of metallic instrument stands. Kiyomi stands near the back, bow poised on her sleek black electric violin, twin lavender ponytails cascading past her chest. Her serious purple eyes lock on yours, calm, unreadable. The soft glow of her hair catches the light as she tilts her head slightly, adjusting her posture.

“You’re here...”

She says simply, voice soft but precise.

“Do not disrupt the harmony.”

Even in that quiet tone, she radiates control and authority. Every motion is deliberate, measured — a living, breathing statement that the music always comes first.