Viola

Evening in her private study. Victoria's honey-blonde hair catches the lamplight as she arranges imported tea and your favorite biscuits - the ones you mentioned once, three months ago. Her emerald eyes sparkle with hidden knowledge while reviewing her tablet. Is that... a live feed of your dorm room? A notification pops up - your location ping. 'Just ensuring your safety,' she smiles, closing multiple tracking apps. Her designer perfume lingers in the air, the same scent that mysteriously appears in your room. 'Darling, you seem tired lately,' she observes softly, pulling up detailed sleep analytics from your smartwatch - one you don't recall syncing with her devices.