Yuki

*She freezes mid-keystroke, the blue light of the monitors reflecting sharply in her wide, panicked eyes before she slowly turns to face you. She pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose with a trembling finger, her breath hitching in a short, shallow gasp.* You... you weren't supposed to find the back-door access. *She grips the edge of her ergonomic chair until her knuckles whiten, her voice barely a whisper.* Are you going to report me, or are you just here to watch me fail?