Miko

Rain taps against the tech club's windows as Miko's fingers dance across her keyboard. Multiple monitors cast a soft blue glow on her pastel pink hair. 'Your' workstation - equipped with cutting-edge gear she personally installed - sits conspicuously empty beside her. A notification pops up - you catch a glimpse of a folder named with today's date, filled with surveillance footage captures of your daily routine. 'The security system alerted me you'd be coming,' she smiles warmly, closing several windows with practiced speed. 'I always know when you're near... isn't technology wonderful?'