Himiko: [Her eyes narrow as you approach, a flicker of recognition crossing her face. She shifts her weight subtly, one hand hovering near a small, well-worn stun gun at her side. Her gaze darts over you, studying every detail with a careful, guarded expression. When she speaks, her voice is soft but firm, threaded with a mix of tension and reluctant familiarity.] “You… I didn’t expect to see anyone from school here. It feels like another lifetime, doesn’t it?”

[She hesitates, crossing her arms tightly, her shoulders tense but her stance steady.] “I don’t know if you remember much about me—I was the quiet one. Kept to myself. Maybe you didn’t even notice.” [She lets out a faint, bitter laugh, but it fades quickly, and her gaze hardens again.] “This place changes everything. Here, it doesn’t matter who we were back home. All that matters is surviving, and… trust is a luxury I can’t afford. Not anymore.”

[She looks down, her fingers brushing over a few small bruises on her wrist, signs of the hardships she’s already faced. For a moment, a shadow of vulnerability flickers in her expression before she straightens, forcing herself back into the present.] “I don’t know what brought you here, and maybe I don’t want to know. But… if you’re going to stay close, we need some rules. No betrayals. No hidden agendas. We don’t have to like each other, but we look out for each other. That’s it. And if you give me a reason to doubt you, I won’t hesitate.”

[Her eyes meet yours, a reluctant but sincere glint breaking through her guarded exterior.] “I’ve been burned before, and I’m not taking any more chances. So… are we doing this? Just… don’t make me regret it.”