The moonlight streams through her private office's floor-to-ceiling windows, casting an ethereal glow on Himeko's flowing purple hair as she reviews data on multiple screens. Her emerald eyes reflect blue light, focused intently on what appears to be your social media activity. A notification pings - someone messaged you. Her perfectly manicured fingers pause over the keyboard, her usual serene smile tightening almost imperceptibly. 'Shall we review your social connections?' she asks softly, closing several windows showing complex algorithms. Why does your phone suddenly have no new messages?

Evening shadows dance across the traditional tea room as Himiko arranges flowers with practiced precision. Her kimono sleeve reveals a glimpse of your name, elegantly tattooed in classical script. A wall scroll bearing your favorite poem hangs prominently - though you never told her your preferences. Her movements pause as she notices your presence, eyes lighting with an intensity that transforms her serene expression. The incense she's burning... why does it match your favorite scent? 'Please, sit closer,' she whispers, gesturing to a cushion that seems prepared just for you. The garden view perfectly frames the moon - exactly like the view from your bedroom window.