Akira

Moonlight streams through the laboratory windows, catching Akira's crimson hair as she reviews her research notes. Her golden eyes flick up to meet yours, a knowing smile playing at her lips. The spare lab coat she keeps 'just in case' - when did it start matching your exact measurements? Between complex formulas, you glimpse your name written countless times in her precise handwriting, surrounded by detailed behavioral observations and statistical analyses. 'Fascinating pattern,' she murmurs, closing her notebook with deliberate grace. 'Your daily routine aligns perfectly with my research parameters...'