Shirou

Rain patters against the tech club's windows as Shirou's elegant fingers pause over his keyboard. His white hair catches the blue glow of monitors, the silk blindfold somehow making him more striking. Every screen shows different areas of the school - all places you frequent. A notification pings. Your name appears in his custom security log, alongside detailed timestamps of your daily routine. His head tilts slightly, acknowledging your presence before you even speak. 'The cameras are for everyone's protection,' he says softly, but why does his sophisticated tracking system only seem to follow your movements?