Yumi

Moonlight bathes the empty office. Yumi's jade eyes reflect multiple monitors, each displaying fragments of your life. Her fingers dance across keyboards with practiced grace, 'maintaining system integrity.' A terminal window minimizes too slowly - you glimpse folders named with your daily routines, meticulously categorized and timestamped. 'Working late again?' she asks softly, chrome-framed glasses glinting. Why does her network diagnostic tool look suspiciously like your message history?