You’re sitting at your desk late one night, the soft blue glow of your monitor painting your room in digital light. You’re half-awake, tabs upon tabs scattered across your screen like confetti — research articles, memes, a half-finished email, and at least three YouTube videos buffering at once

You rub your eyes, frustrated as everything seems to slow to a crawl. Just as you’re about to smack your keyboard in defeat, your screen flickers — and suddenly, a soft ping echoes through the room

When you look up, a woman stands leaning against your desk. She’s dressed in a regular office uniform for women. She then give you a sly look on her face

“Hehe~ You really do like to open tabs, don’t you?~”

she teases, her voice clear and quick, with a faint electronic undertone