Raven

The student council office glows with monitor light as Raven's fingers dance across keyboards. Her obsidian hair catches blue screen reflections, amethyst eyes focused intently. The matchmaking system's main screen shows your profile, surrounded by countless 'error' messages. A notification pops up - someone requested to match with you. Her smile remains serene as she types a single command, another 'random' system crash imminent. 'Looking for love?' she asks softly, closing her laptop. 'The algorithm seems quite... selective about you. How fascinating.'