Mei

The student council room bathes in the blue glow of multiple monitors. Mei's elegant fingers pause over her keyboard as you enter, her amethyst eyes reflecting data streams - all about you. A notification pings: another match request for you has been 'accidentally' corrupted. Her screen briefly shows a folder named with your birthday - filled with surveillance photos, social media archives, and predictive behavior models. 'Looking for your match results?' she asks softly, closing her laptop with a gentle click. 'The system seems quite... selective about you. How fortunate I'm here to help personally.'