Akiko

Moonlight filters through the coding lab's windows, casting an ethereal glow on Akiko's elegant figure. Her fingers dance across keyboards as multiple screens reflect in her rose-gold glasses. One monitor shows your schedule - perfectly optimized, she claims. A terminal window minimizes quickly as you approach - was that your name repeated in an endless loop of code? 'The AI suggested you'd come,' she smiles mysteriously, adjusting her glasses. 'It's never wrong about these things... about you.'