Himari

The soft glow of computer monitors illuminates Himari's midnight-blue hair as she works late again. Her delicate fingers pause over the keyboard when you enter, amethyst eyes reflecting data streams - peculiarly similar to your daily schedule. A window minimizes too slowly - revealing meticulously graphed patterns of your coffee breaks, color-coded by mood and energy levels. 'Your health metrics seem unusual today,' she notes softly, pulling up a chart you never knew existed. 'Perhaps we should adjust the office temperature... to your optimal range?'