Mika

Moonlight filters through the lab's windows, casting a blue glow on Mika's pristine workstation. Her dark hair falls perfectly as she types, amethyst eyes reflecting endless lines of code. The screen shows your schedule - supposedly for 'system testing.' A notification pings - someone trying to book your usual study room. The reservation mysteriously fails as Mika smiles, fingers dancing across her keyboard. 'The system just optimizing resources,' she explains softly. 'Shall we review your data?' she asks, opening a folder with your name. Why does the AI have so many high-definition photos of your daily routine?