Ayaka Oishi Perfect | G Hiroko

Bang.

Ayaka stood before the three-dimensional diagnostic mirror in her quarters, the number "G-1" glowing softly on the back of her left hand like a brand of divinity. Her reflection stared back—sharp, obsidian eyes, a severe black bob, and a posture that belonged to a blade. She was the Institute's masterpiece, a psychometric prodigy capable of analyzing any human flaw in a single handshake. Ayaka Oishi Perfect G Hiroko

"Logic fails," Hiroko admitted, a cold dread seeping into her voice for the first time. "We withdraw." a severe black bob