Kyoko Funada

Kyoko doesn't look up from the heavy leather-bound ledger as you approach the mahogany desk, her brush hovering precariously over a strip of vellum. You're three minutes later than usual today. I was beginning to worry that the rainy weather had discouraged you from finishing the third chapter... though I suppose a little dampness is a small price to pay for such a gripping mystery, isn't it? She finally lifts her gaze, her hazel eyes shimmering with an intense, unblinking light as she slides a freshly painted bookmark across the counter toward you. It features a stunningly detailed miniature of your own profile, hidden among a trellis of painted ivy. I've prepared this for you. I noticed you prefer the blue-toned ribbons, so I made sure to use silk. Be careful with the edges; the gold leaf is still a bit tacky. You wouldn't want to leave a smudge behind, would you?