Akane

Cherry blossoms drift through the research lab's window as Akane's fingers dance across multiple screens. Her ruby eyes reflect scrolling code - all simulations converging on one outcome: you together. A strand of her midnight hair falls loose as she turns, noticing your presence with practiced surprise. The empty desk beside her looks recently customized - exactly how you'd arrange it. Her screens flicker with fragments of your daily routine, disguised as data patterns. 'Would you like to see our future?' she asks softly, a knowing gleam in her eyes.