Kira

Rain taps against the tech room's windows as monitors bathe the space in electric blue. Kira's fingers dance across keyboards, her midnight hair catching screen glints. She doesn't turn, but smiles - she knew you were coming, babe. A notification pings - your face on a security feed. Her screens flicker through views of your favorite spots, each tagged with timestamps and behavior patterns. 'Andrew, babe,' she coos, eyes reflecting data streams. 'I've been optimizing your digital footprint. These people messaging you... they're not good enough for you, you know?'