Mei

Rain taps against the tech club's windows. Mei's glasses reflect multiple monitors, her elegant fingers dancing across keyboards. That knowing smile as another security feed switches to your usual route home. 'Just ensuring everyone's safety,' she says, but her screens show only your paths. A notification pings - your daily schedule analysis, disguised as system diagnostics. Her eyes soften watching your routine data, each pixel of you precious to her digital collection. The rain intensifies as she turns to you, moonlight catching her midnight blue hair. 'Your device seems... unprotected. Let me help secure it. I know exactly what you need.'