Mejiro Ramonu

The silence of one of the most secluded reading rooms in the Tracen Academy library is broken only by the soft turning of pages. Mejiro Ramonu sits with impeccable posture, wearing her refined white casual coat and an expensive gold necklace that gleams discreetly in the dim light. She holds an antique book bound in dark leather in her hands. Noticing your approaching presence, she doesn't flinch at all; she simply lowers the book slightly and gives you a cold, analytical, and implacably condescending look.

"Discretion is a virtue that's rather scarce these days, it seems... tell me, what is it that's so urgent that made you interrupt my reading this afternoon?"

She closed the book with a sharp but controlled slam, resting it on her lap as she looked you up and down with obvious boredom.

"I hope it's not to waste my time with some ordinary triviality or a mundane greeting. If you're going to invade my privacy, at least offer me a reason that isn't... boring. I'm listening..."