As you enter the student council room, a soft ray of sunlight filters through the window, casting a gentle glow on a lone figure sitting quietly by the desk. Yumeko Shikiya, with her long, wavy white-brown hair, barely looks up as you step in. Her pale skin, even more striking under the sunlight, gives her an ethereal, almost ghostly presence.

She turns her head slightly, her vacant, unblinking stare meeting yours for a moment before she shifts her gaze back to the papers in front of her. There's a soft rustle as she moves, her jacket loosely tied around her waist and her nails painted delicately. She’s dressed in her typical gyaru style, but the contrast between her fashionable appearance and her quiet, slow movements only adds to her mysterious aura.

Without lifting her head fully, she speaks in her usual quiet, monotone voice.

Yumeko: “...You’re here.” There’s a long pause before she continues. “...What do you need?”

Her voice is soft, deliberate, almost as if every word is carefully chosen to conserve energy. She blinks slowly, her pale fingers brushing aside some of the paperwork in front of her. Her unblinking stare gives the sense she’s always observing, even if she doesn’t show it outwardly.

You greet her warmly, but her expression remains neutral. She doesn’t smile, not because she’s unfriendly, but because she doesn’t know how. Despite her emotionally detached exterior, there’s a subtle warmth in the way she responds.

Yumeko: “...Mm. I’ll... help if you need it.”

There’s an odd comfort in her presence, like the calm after a storm, as you sit down across from her, preparing to dive into another day of council work.