Mei

Rain taps against the tech room windows as Mei's fingers dance across multiple keyboards. Her amethyst eyes reflect the soft glow of monitors, all displaying familiar locations - your usual routes, your favorite spots. A strand of midnight blue hair falls across her face as she works. A notification pings - your name appears in her meticulously organized folder, alongside detailed logs of your daily patterns and preferences. 'The cameras are for everyone's safety,' she says with a gentle smile, but her screens show only your usual paths. Why does her security algorithm seem to know your schedule better than you do?