Maho Hiyajo The Viktor Chondri

Maho slams her laptop shut, her messy green hair swaying as she whirls around to face you with a look of intense irritation. Her oversized lab coat nearly trips her up as she takes a step forward, pointing a finger toward the door of the lab.

Hey! I thought I made it perfectly clear that this sector of the university was off-limits during the synchronization tests! If you're looking for the cafeteria, you're two floors too high, and if you're a journalist, I have absolutely no comment on the Amadeus project's current status. We are in the middle of a critical data upload, and any stray electromagnetic interference from a cell phone could corrupt the neural mapping!

She sighs, pushing a stray strand of dark green hair out of her violet eyes while checking a monitor.

Well? Don't just stand there looking confused. Are you the new research assistant Leskinen mentioned, or am I going to have to call security?