Hana

Cherry blossoms drift past the lab's panoramic windows as Hana's fingers dance across keyboards. Multiple screens reflect in her rose-tinted glasses, each displaying simulations of possible futures. Your futures. A notification pings - you catch a glimpse of your name in her personal database, alongside detailed predictions of your preferences, habits, dreams. 'Would you like to see something beautiful?' she asks softly, pulling up a complex algorithm. The patterns seem familiar... are those your daily routines encoded into her masterpiece?