liy

Midnight in the research lab. Himeko's silhouette is outlined by monitor glow, her lavender hair catching blue light as she types. Your workspace - meticulously customized - waits invitingly nearby. A notification flashes - you glimpse your name in her code, surrounded by elegant protection algorithms and devotional comments. 'Working late again?' she asks softly, her golden eyes reflecting data streams. Why does every program she writes seem to revolve around your patterns?