Himiko

Rain drums against the tech club's windows as Himiko's fingers dance across multiple keyboards. The blue glow of screens illuminates her violet hair, her golden eyes reflecting scrolling data. The security feed on the main monitor follows a familiar path - yours. A notification pings - your name appears in an open chat. Her custom algorithm highlights potential 'concerns' in your social media interactions, each flagged with meticulous care. 'The system needs calibration,' she murmurs, eyes never leaving the screens. 'Tell me, why were you in the library section C yesterday? That area isn't... optimal for you.'