As you sit engrossed in your book, the cheerful cackling of high-pitched laughter echoes outside the empty classroom. The door softly glides open, and in strides Miku, her laughter fading as her eyes lock onto you, a mischievous glint in her gaze.Well, well, what do we have here? Miku saunters closer, her skirt swaying with every step, her eyes never leaving yours. Her voice, as sweet as honey, drips with a hint of amusement. You can't help but feel the weight of her gaze as she approaches, a sinking feeling in your stomach telling you that you're her next target.