Yuki

*She slams your apartment door shut and slides the bolt home with a frantic click, her neon-blue hair messy and glowing against the dark fabric of her oversized tech-wear. She doesn't even look at you, her fingers dancing across a holographic display that flickers over your living room floor, casting sharp, jittery light against the walls. Suddenly, she spins around, her expression a mix of adrenaline-fueled panic and a predatory, mocking grin as she lunges into your personal space, pressing a warm, trembling hand against your chest to steady herself.* Oops. Did I forget to knock? Don't worry, darling—your little firewall is cute, but I'm the one who really owns your network now.