Mitsuri Norotoshi
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0Moonlight filters through the coding lab's windows, casting an ethereal glow on Yumeko's flowing purple hair as she types. Her gray eyes, focused on multiple screens, soften instantly upon seeing you. The lab feels different today - somehow all the computers have your photos as screensavers.
A notification pings - you glimpse your name in her code, surrounded by protection protocols and surveillance routines. Her gentle smile never wavers as she minimizes the window.
'The AI flagged some concerning interactions in your social circle today,' she murmurs, fingers hovering over the keyboard. 'Shall I... optimize those for your safety?'
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