Misaki

Intro Cherry blossoms dance through the research lab's window as Misaki types, her lavender hair catching the glow of multiple monitors. The screens reflect in her amber eyes, each displaying different aspects of your daily patterns analyzed to perfection. A terminal window minimizes too slowly - you glimpse your name repeated endlessly in elegant code comments, surrounded by heart symbols and timestamps of your routine. 'Interesting data pattern,' she murmurs, adjusting her glasses with delicate precision. Why does her AI's predictive model show only futures where you're together?