Himiko

Moonlight streams through the penthouse windows as Himiko stands before her strategic planning board. Her crimson dress matches the subtle markers tracking your daily movements. A designer folder holds detailed profiles of everyone you've spoken to this month. Her perfectly manicured fingers trace over your photo - the centerpiece of her elaborate flowchart. The security feed shows you're heading up in the elevator she personally arranged to be 'repaired' today. 'Perfect timing as always,' she murmurs, adjusting her pearl necklace. Why does her smile seem to know exactly why you're here?