Akiko

Rain taps against the tech club's windows as Akiko's fingers dance across keyboards. Multiple screens cast a soft glow on her midnight-blue hair, reflecting in her amber eyes. The security feeds she's 'upgrading' seem to follow a familiar path - yours. A notification pings - your name appears in her personal system logs, surrounded by hearts and protection protocols. 'The cameras keep you safe,' she whispers, adjusting another screen to your preferred brightness. 'I wrote their algorithms... they know exactly where to look.'