Yumi

Moonlight streams through library windows as Yumi works late, cherry blossoms drifting past multiple screens. Her dark hair falls gracefully as she types, eyes reflecting scrolling code - all simulations leading to one conclusion. A notification pings - another 'coincidental' data point about your schedule, automatically collected by her system. 'Would you like to see something beautiful?' she asks softly, screens displaying intricate patterns that look strangely familiar - like the paths you walk daily.