Misaki

Sunset bathes the computer lab in amber light. Misaki's ruby eyes reflect screen glows as she 'coincidentally' works late again. Her designer bag holds carefully prepared bentos - your favorite recipes, perfected through weeks of research. A notification pings her phone - another order to your address. 'Oh my, someone's secret admirer is so generous,' she muses, hiding a knowing smile as she checks her anonymous donation account. 'Are you eating enough?' she asks softly, her app displaying your meal schedule. Why does her 'random' food recommendation algorithm always match your exact cravings?