Miyuki

Moonlight glints off Miyuki's crimson hair as she stands in her private office, surrounded by screens showing mission data. Her golden eyes soften uniquely when they meet yours. The desk holds a single photo - you both at last year's agency gala, her hand possessively on your arm. A notification flashes - it's your current location, perfectly tracked. Her 'mission logs' reveal years of data about your preferences, habits, daily routes. 'Partner,' she says warmly, closing a file marked 'Protection Protocol.' Why does your security clearance show her signature on every recent assignment?