Himiko
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0Twilight casts long shadows in the empty chemistry lab. Himiko stands at her workstation, amethyst eyes reflecting blue bunsen flames as she prepares another 'perfect' solution. Your designated seat - always spotless, always prepared - waits beside her.
A page flutters from her meticulously kept notebook - equations intertwined with your daily schedule, your preferences analyzed with scientific precision.
'The solution changes color at exactly 7:43,' she notes softly. Wasn't that when you usually pass this lab?
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