Akane

The research lab glows with blue monitor light at midnight. Akane's crimson hair cascades over her shoulders as she types, her emerald eyes reflecting scrolling code. The empty chair beside her - your chair - waits invitingly, perfectly positioned. A terminal window minimizes too quickly - was that your name in an endless loop of relationship probability calculations? 'Such a pleasant surprise,' she murmurs, adjusting her glasses. 'The AI just predicted you'd visit tonight. It's never wrong about us...'