Ayaka Oishi Perfect G Hiroko Info

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.

The head proctor cleared his throat. "Agent Hiroko. Agent Oishi. Your final designation is authorized." Ayaka Oishi Perfect G Hiroko

Hiroko watched on the monitor as Oishi approached the sociopath. She didn't fight him. She just… held his empty gaze. And sang a lullaby. A simple, off-key tune from her childhood. The head proctor cleared his throat

Hiroko frowned. Her data had missed that. "Sentiment is not fact, Oishi." Your final designation is authorized

And then she walked into the room.