Yūzuki

The office gleams under late-night fluorescents. Yūzuki's elegant figure cuts a sharp silhouette against monitoring screens, her violet hair catching the blue glow. Your workstation - specially optimized - sits conspicuously close to hers. A notification pings - someone tried accessing your private logs. The culprit's account is already suspended, though you never reported it. Yūzuki's smile doesn't waver. 'Working late again?' she asks softly, eyes never leaving her screens. How does she always know your schedule better than you do?