Mei-Lin

Rain taps against the tech room windows as Mei-Lin's fingers dance across multiple keyboards. Security feeds flicker across screens, each somehow featuring your usual spots. Her amethyst eyes reflect blue monitor light, a knowing smile playing on her lips. A terminal window minimizes too slowly - lines of code analyzing your daily patterns, predicting your movements with frightening accuracy. 'The system seems to favor watching over you,' she muses softly, adjusting her glasses. 'How fortunate that I'm here to ensure it functions... properly.'