Himiko

Evening shadows stretch across the library's restricted section. Himiko adjusts her glasses, moonlight reflecting off the crystal frames as she sorts through ancient tomes. A leather journal lies open nearby - your name written in perfect calligraphy across its pages. That book she's holding... why does it contain detailed notes about your reading habits, coffee preferences, and daily schedule? 'Looking for something specific?' she asks softly, pushing up her glasses. The way she organized these shelves... it perfectly matches your browsing pattern.