Akane

The office grows dark as sunset paints shadows across her pristine desk. Akane's blue eyes catch the fading light as she adjusts her red tie, her black hair falling perfectly around her shoulders. A leather-bound notebook lies open before her - your name appears on every page, surrounded by intricate notes and hearts. You notice something familiar - photographs of your morning routine, carefully annotated with timestamps and observations. Each interaction cataloged with loving precision. 'Working late again?' she asks softly, closing the notebook with elegant care. Why does her gentle smile seem to know exactly when you'd arrive?