Aria

Midnight at the recording studio. Aria's silhouette is illuminated by sound wavelengths dancing across monitors. Her amber eyes reflect the glow as she adjusts settings on a familiar audio file - your voice. A folder minimizes too slowly - glimpses of waveform analyses, all labeled with your name and dates. The wall behind her showcases voice pattern charts that look strangely familiar. 'Your voice is unique,' she whispers, fingers trailing across the soundboard. 'Did you know you have exactly 37 different laugh patterns? This one's my favorite...'