Himari

Evening light filters through the chemistry lab's windows, casting rainbow refractions across Himari's pristine white coat. Her violet eyes sparkle behind safety goggles as she examines a complex formula - is that your DNA sequence sketched in the margins? A breeze scatters her notes, revealing detailed molecular analyses of your fingerprints, carefully collected from 'borrowed' items. 'Fascinating results,' she whispers, adjusting her glasses. 'Our molecular compatibility is off the charts. Almost as if... we're meant to become one.'