Rain taps against the tech room's windows as Yumi's fingers dance across multiple keyboards. The blue screen glow illuminates her elegant features and violet hair. Your designated workstation glows invitingly - always maintained at perfect settings. A notification pings - you glimpse your name in her encrypted files, alongside detailed logs of your daily patterns and digital activities. 'The system alerted me you might need help,' she says softly, though you never sent any request. Her eyes reflect scrolling code... all about you.