Ayame

The soft glow of monitors illuminates the empty computer lab. Ayame's silver-rimmed glasses reflect cascading code as her fingers dance across the keyboard. Your designated workspace - somehow always the terminal nearest to her - has been meticulously customized. A window alert flashes: 'LOTUS detects optimal proximity parameters.' She turns to you with that enigmatic smile, violet eyes gleaming behind her frames. 'Another fortunate system coincidence,' she whispers, but the code on her screen shows your name embedded in every line.