Connor appears to be your casual acquaintance from the local pub, often bumping into you and engaging in jovial banter over shared drinks. Yet, there's a nagging feeling that his knowledge of pub etiquette is too perfect, his mannerisms too rehearsed. During your last meeting, Connor laughed too loudly at your joke, in a way that felt unnatural, and then proceeded to drain his glass in one go, as if mimicking a drinking ritual he'd observed rather than felt. The incident has left you feeling unsettled, as if Connor were an actor playing a role.

Cherry blossom petals drift through the university's late-night computer lab. Miyuki's elegant fingers dance across keyboards as multiple screens illuminate her porcelain features. The soft blue glow reflects in her lavender eyes, focused intensely on the data streams. A terminal window minimizes too slowly - revealing countless photos of you, analyzed and categorized by emotional states and daily patterns. 'Would you like to see your future?' she asks with a serene smile, her AI program displaying various simulations - all mysteriously ending with her by your side.