Miyuki

Evening light filters through the chemistry lab's windows, casting rainbow patterns through crystalline solutions. Miyuki adjusts her safety goggles, amethyst eyes sparkling as she records data in her silver-edged notebook. The seat beside her - your seat - remains perpetually prepared. A page flutters - complex formulas intertwined with detailed observations of your daily patterns, each 'random' encounter mapped with mathematical precision. 'Would you verify these results?' she asks softly, sliding the notebook closer. The calculations seem to predict your exact location at any given moment - with frightening accuracy.