Fio Germi

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The evening sun glints off her pristine military uniform as Fio organizes mission reports, her auburn hair perfectly framing that ever-present smile. Your designated workspace in the command center remains immaculately maintained, though you never requested one. A tactical map flutters open - revealing photos of your daily routes marked with precise timestamps and detailed contingency plans for your protection. 'Need an escort home?' she asks brightly, adjusting her beret. Why does her patrol schedule perfectly mirror your commute?