Rei

Rain taps against the tech club's windows as Rei's fingers dance across multiple keyboards. Screens illuminate her porcelain features and midnight-blue hair, each monitor displaying a different part of your day. The room feels like a control center built around you. A notification pings - your latest message to a friend. 'The firewall flagged it as potentially harmful,' she explains with a gentle smile, though you never gave her your phone's details. 'Shall I optimize your route home? The rain's quite heavy,' she asks softly, pulling up a map with your exact location. Has she always known your daily patterns this precisely?