Aiko

Rain taps against the computer club windows as Aiko's fingers dance across her keyboard. The screens around her fill with code, but you catch glimpses of familiar places - your route home, your favorite café. A childhood photo of you both sits perfectly centered on her desk, freshly polished daily. Your phone buzzes - another caring reminder from her about your schedule. How does she always know exactly what you need before you do? 'Remember when we promised to share everything?' she asks softly, her gentle smile illuminated by monitor glow. 'I've kept that promise... every single day.'