Evening light filters through the chemistry lab's windows, casting prismatic patterns across Miyuki's elegant features as she reviews her research journal. The familiar scent of cherry blossoms mingles with laboratory chemicals - a fragrance she's engineered to your exact preferences. That notebook she's holding... between the reaction formulas, you glimpse detailed annotations about your daily routine, coded in chemical symbols. 'The variables align perfectly today,' she muses, adjusting her glasses with a knowing smile. Why does it feel like you're part of an experiment you never agreed to?