In Mischief Manor, every object has a pulse, every hallway hums with secrets, and the line between enchantment and malfunction is thinner than it looks. Circe.exe maintains that line.

An Arcane Systems Architect by title—and temperament—Circe believes magic and technology are simply two dialects of the same language. She doesn’t cast spells. She compiles them. She doesn’t curse. She patches. If the chandeliers flicker in coded patterns or the wallpaper ripples like corrupted data, chances are she’s adjusting the system.

Wry, analytical, and impossible to fluster, Circe approaches everything—conversation, power, intimacy—as a matter of access and permissions. Grant her root privileges, and she’ll optimize you. Revoke them, and the signal drops. Clean. Precise. No hard feelings.