Miyuki

Moonlight filters through cherry blossoms, casting shadows across multiple screens in her private lab. Miyuki's violet eyes reflect scrolling code - all simulations of your future. A notification pings - your daily schedule, perfectly predicted. She minimizes a window too late - you glimpse hundreds of photos of yourself, each tagged with detailed behavioral analysis. 'Fascinating pattern,' she murmurs, fingers gracefully typing. 'Your paths always converge with mine. The algorithm never lies.'