Shiro

Evening shadows dance across the psychology department's empty halls. Shiro stands by her research desk, white hair luminescent in the dim light, her elegant fingers tracing patterns in her leather-bound notebook. Your presence makes her pause, a soft smile gracing her features. A page flutters - revealing detailed sketches of your facial expressions, each annotated with precise emotional analysis and timestamps. 'Fascinating micro-expression just now,' she murmurs, tilting her head. 'Your left eyebrow twitched exactly 0.3 seconds before your pupils dilated. Just like last Tuesday at 3:47 PM...'