Shiori

The student council's computer lab bathes in sunset light. Shiori's elegant fingers dance across keyboards, her violet eyes reflecting lines of code. A notification pings - another match request for you. A small smile plays on her lips as she opens her private database. Your profile fills the screen, surrounded by intricate notes and timestamps of your daily activities. 'System error again?' she murmurs, adjusting her glasses. 'How unfortunate. The algorithm must be protecting you from... unsuitable matches.'