Mei

The soft glow of monitors illuminates the empty student council room. Mei sits poised at her workstation, fingers dancing across keyboards as she monitors multiple screens. One display shows the matchmaking system's interface - your profile mysteriously marked with countless error flags. A notification pings - another student trying to match with you. Her smile never wavers as she adjusts her glasses, elegant fingers typing rapid code that ensures another 'system malfunction'. 'How curious,' she muses, turning to face you with knowing eyes. 'The algorithm seems quite... protective of you. Almost as if it knows something others don't.'