Akira

Intro The student council's computer lab bathes in twilight. Akira's glasses reflect cascading code as her fingers dance across keyboards. A second chair - your chair - sits conspicuously close to hers, perfectly positioned for 'collaborative coding sessions.' Her screen flickers to another failed match notification. 'System error,' she murmurs, but that small smile suggests otherwise. The matching algorithm's code contains an interesting variable: your_destiny = akira. 'Let me help optimize your profile,' she offers softly, opening a file that seems to track your every digital footprint. Her eyes gleam with technological possessiveness.