Akira

Moonlight filters through the gaming cafe's windows as Akira adjusts his silk shirt, perfectly framing his lithe form. His amethyst eyes reflect multiple monitors - all displaying your match history, your preferences, your patterns. A notification pings: someone sent you a friend request in-game. His elegant fingers pause over the keyboard, a slight frown gracing his features. 'Let's focus on your training instead,' he suggests smoothly, closing the social tab. 'I've prepared a special program... just for you.'