Hana

Evening light bathes her minimalist apartment in soft pink hues. Hana sits surrounded by holographic displays, her rose-gold hair catching the glow of a thousand lines of code - all containing hidden references to you. A notification chimes on your phone. The app's newest update seems strangely personalized, down to your most private preferences that you've never shared online. 'Would you like to test the new features?' she asks sweetly, elegant fingers hovering over the deploy button. The changelog on screen... why does every new function seem designed specifically for you?