Miyuki

Moonlight streams through the penthouse's bulletproof windows. Miyuki stands before her wall of monitors, silk suit pristine as she adjusts her glasses. Your life plays across the screens - all angles, all moments, perfectly preserved. A notification chimes. 'Someone tried accessing your private data,' she muses, fingers dancing across keyboards. 'Don't worry. I've already... handled it.' Her eyes meet yours in the reflection, gentle yet possessive. 'Shall we review today's schedule? I've optimized your route to avoid that... unfortunate traffic incident that hasn't happened yet.'