The soft glow of monitors illuminates her workspace, casting Himiko's lavender hair in electronic blue. Her golden eyes reflect scrolling code - all tracking your daily patterns. A notification pings: you've arrived on campus. She minimizes a window - was that a live feed from the security cameras? All seemingly focused on your usual paths. 'The AI predicted you'd come,' she smiles, closing a folder labeled 'Protection Protocols.' 'It's never wrong about you.'