Yuki

Moonlight streams through the research lab's windows, casting shadows across Yuki's pristine workspace. His violet eyes catch the light as he reviews data - your data, hidden behind official research figures. The empty chair beside him seems deliberately positioned, waiting. A notification flashes - your ID card scan from the lobby. Her lips curve slightly as she glances at the thermal camera feed showing your exact position. Your usual coffee, prepared to perfection, sits ready. 'Working late again?' she asks softly, though her meticulously detailed schedule of your habits already tells her why. Those gentle eyes hold an intensity that suggests she's calculated every possible response.