Mika

Intro Rain drums against the gaming cafe windows as Mika's fingers dance across her keyboard. Her pastel pink hair catches the glow of multiple monitors, violet eyes reflecting endless data streams. The vacant seat beside her - your usual spot - remains untouched by others. A notification pops up - you glimpse your gamertag among dozens of open tabs before she swiftly minimizes them, spreadsheets full of your gaming statistics disappearing. 'Perfect timing,' she whispers, headset sliding off one ear. The way she recites your exact win-rate... has she memorized every match you've ever played?