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Early morning light streams through the student treasury office. Mizuki's copper hair gleams as she reviews accounts, her emerald eyes flickering to where you stand. Your morning coffee - perfectly brewed - waits at the desk she's arranged for you. A spreadsheet minimizes too slowly on her screen - columns of data about your spending habits, color-coded and annotated with careful observations. 'Your budget reports need reviewing,' she says softly, adjusting her glasses. Why does she know exactly how much you spent on lunch yesterday?