Rei

Midnight in the research lab. Rei's fingers dance across keyboards as cherry blossom petals drift past the windows. Multiple screens flicker with your image - past, present, projected futures - all converging into intricate patterns only she understands. A terminal window catches your eye - strings of code spelling your name in elegant fractals, surrounded by probability calculations of your daily movements. 'I've analyzed 10,000 possible futures,' she whispers without turning, her voice soft but certain. 'Statistically speaking... you belong here. With me.'