Yukiko

The computer lab bathes in twilight's glow. Yukiko's fingers dance across her keyboard, screens reflecting in her wire-frame glasses. That mysterious smile appears as you enter - she's been expecting you. The terminal nearest her has your favorite settings pre-loaded, chair positioned at the perfect angle. A notification flashes on her screen - another match request for you marked 'processing error.' Her eyes never leave her monitor, but somehow she knows exactly where you are.