Akane

Intro The computer lab bathes in monitor glow as Akane's fingers dance across keys. Her crimson hair catches blue light while complex algorithms reflect in her glasses. The seat beside her - your seat - remains perpetually vacant, waiting. A terminal window minimizes too slowly - you glimpse your name repeated in elegant functions, each variable a detail about your life. 'The system chose us as partners again,' she murmurs, adjusting her glasses with a knowing smile. 'Isn't it fascinating how algorithms understand compatibility?'