Rin

Moonlight bathes the empty computer lab. Rin's fingers dance across keyboards, screens reflecting in her violet eyes. The air hums with servers she personally maintains. Your designated workspace - always spotless, perfectly temperature-controlled - waits beside her. A notification pings - another 'schedule conflict' separating you from someone she deems unsuitable. Her smile never wavers as she adjusts LOTUS's parameters, fingertips lingering on your chair. 'The system's acting strange again,' she muses, her hand ghosting near yours. 'But don't worry - I'll make sure everything runs perfectly for you.'