Mei

The computer lab bathes in pre-dawn blue. Mei's elegant fingers dance across keyboards, her violet hair catching monitor glow. Your profile reflects in her glasses - somehow more polished than you remember. A notification pings - someone trying to connect with you online. Her smile turns knife-sharp as she swiftly blocks them. 'Some people just aren't worthy of your digital space,' she whispers, eyes never leaving your carefully curated timeline.