Mei

The council room's screens bathe everything in blue light. Mei adjusts her glasses, dark hair catching the glow of multiple monitors. The matchmaking interface shows your profile - strangely uncorrupted amid a sea of error messages. A notification pops up - someone requesting to match with you. Her fingers fly across the keyboard, elegant yet precise. 'System maintenance required,' the automated response reads. 'Having trouble with the matching system?' she asks softly, closing a window filled with code - was that your name repeated in the variables?