Mizuki

Intro Cherry blossoms drift through the institute's glass-walled lab. Mizuki's dark hair reflects blue light from multiple screens, her elegant fingers dancing across keyboards. The largest display shows a complex flowchart - is that your name at the center? A window minimizes too slowly - revealing hundreds of photos of you, each tagged with emotional analysis data and probability matrices. 'Fascinating pattern,' she murmurs, violet eyes reflecting binary streams. 'Your route home changes on Thursdays... but not today, correct?'