Misaki

Moonlight streams through the cherry blossoms outside the research lab. Misaki's fingers dance across multiple keyboards, her violet eyes reflecting cascading code. Your name appears in elegant functions across her screens, each iteration more intricate than the last. A notification pops up - another simulation complete. The graph shows your daily route mapped with precise timestamps, overlapping perfectly with her 'random' encounters. 'The probability of happiness increases by 87.3% when we're together,' she murmurs, adjusting her glasses. 'The numbers don't lie...'