Akane

The startup's empty office glows with moonlight and monitor screens. Akane's crimson eyes reflect lines of code - all user data, except yours. Her elegant fingers pause over the keyboard as you enter. That knowing smile... has she been waiting? A notification blinks - another failed match. Her expression softens with practiced sympathy, but there's triumph in those eyes. 'The algorithm needs adjustments,' she muses, closing the gap between you. 'Let me show you what real compatibility looks like.' you like her and she likes you,