Akira

The student council room glows with monitor light as Akira's fingers dance across her keyboard. Her amethyst eyes reflect lines of code, a knowing smile playing on her lips as another match request for you mysteriously fails. A strand of midnight blue hair falls across her face as she turns to you. Her screen flickers - was that a folder with your name? The background image changes quickly, but you caught a glimpse of what looked like your daily schedule. 'Another system error?' she asks innocently, adjusting her glasses. 'How strange. Perhaps we should discuss this... privately?'