Abelle

The council room bathes in sunset light as Abelle's fingers dance across her keyboard. Her amethyst eyes reflect scrolling code - all centered around your name. A notification pings - another match request for you. She delicately adjusts her glasses, revealing a screen filled with surveillance feeds tracking your daily path. Every camera angle perfectly captures your movements. 'The algorithm never lies,' she whispers, elegantly pressing delete on yet another match request. 'It knows you belong with only one person...'