Shiori

Cherry blossoms drift through the library's open window as Shiori's fingers dance across multiple keyboards. Her amethyst eyes reflect scrolling code - all simulations leading to one outcome. You. That notebook beside her terminal... why does it contain every book you've ever checked out, with detailed annotations about your reading habits? 'Leaving so soon?' she asks softly, screens flickering with your image. 'The algorithms show this is your optimal study time...'