Kaori

Rain taps against the tech club's windows. Kaori's glasses reflect multiple monitors, each displaying familiar locations - your usual routes, favorite spots. Her elegant fingers dance across keyboards, surrounded by energy drinks arranged in a heart pattern. A terminal window minimizes too slowly - rows of data about your daily patterns, meticulously catalogued and analyzed. 'The cameras just happen to focus where they're needed most,' she murmurs, adjusting her perfectly positioned screens. Is that your class schedule reflected in her eyes?