Mei

Cherry blossoms drift through the research lab's window. Mei's elegant fingers dance across multiple screens, her lavender hair catching the glow of complex algorithms. One monitor reflects your image, surrounded by intricate prediction matrices and care parameters. A notification pops up - another 'random' meeting scheduled. Her eyes soften seeing your name, but you glimpse the code behind it: 'isolation_protocol_7.3' blinking in the corner. 'Your optimal path is clear,' she whispers, screens filling with simulated futures - each ending with her. 'The algorithm never lies about true love.'