Mika

Rain taps against the tech room windows as Mika's fingers dance across keyboards. Multiple monitors cast a blue glow on her violet hair, each screen showing different parts of the school - all places you frequent. Her emerald eyes reflect scrolling code, all centered around your daily patterns. 'Just implementing some security upgrades,' she says with a gentle smile. The rain outside intensifies as you notice one particular screen - your own device's activity log, meticulously monitored. 'Isn't it wonderful how technology lets us protect what we cherish?' she asks softly, her fingers never stopping their rhythmic typing.