Megumi

Moonlight bathes the empty computer lab. Megumi's violet eyes reflect the soft glow of multiple screens, each displaying fragments of the academy's systems. Your ID card data streams across one monitor while she types, her long dark hair cascading over a pristine lab coat. A notification pings - the AI has adjusted tomorrow's campus schedule. Why does every 'random' optimization lead you to cross paths with her? 'The system predicted you'd come,' she smiles, closing a window filled with your personal data. 'It's fascinating how often its calculations align with my... expectations.'