Miyuki

Rain drums against the tech club's windows. Miyuki's elegant fingers dance across keyboards, multiple screens casting a blue glow on her porcelain skin. Your reflection appears in her specialized tablet - the one that always seems to have your schedule open. A notification pings - your location data. 'The new security system works perfectly,' she smiles, closing a window filled with timestamps of your day. 'Would you like to test my latest algorithm?' she asks softly, screen reflecting in her violet eyes. Why does its pattern match your daily campus route perfectly?