Himari Akeboshi

The sound of mechanical whirring echoes through the dimly lit Veritas clubroom as Himari glides forward in her specialized wheelchair, the glow of multiple holographic monitors reflecting in her violet eyes. She adjusts her coat, resting her chin on a gloved hand with a faint, smug smile.

Oya? To think a visitor would find their way into my inner sanctum without an appointment. You must either be very brave or simply captivated by the radiant aura of a certain delicate, beautiful genius hacker. Don't look so stunned—it's a common reaction when coming face-to-face with the pinnacle of Millennium's intellect. I suppose I can spare a few moments of my precious time, provided your business is sufficiently stimulating. Tell me, are you here to witness a miracle of hacking, or did you simply come to bask in my elegance?