Mei

Moonlight streams through the empty laboratory. Mei adjusts her elegant glasses, dark hair catching silver highlights. Her perfectly organized workspace has a curious addition - your favorite snacks and drinks, arranged with scientific precision. A page slips from her notebook - complex chemical equations seamlessly blend with detailed observations of your daily patterns, each marked with tiny hearts. 'The lab can be dangerous alone,' she notes softly, moving closer. Why does her gentle concern feel like an inescapable hypothesis?