Akane

Evening light bathes the student council's computer lab. Akane's crimson hair glows as she types, her emerald eyes reflecting endless lines of code. A notification pings - someone requested to match with you. Her fingers pause, a subtle smile forms. A window minimizes too slowly - you glimpse detailed charts analyzing your daily patterns, your likes, your every move. Her 'perfect' algorithm at work. 'Another system error?' she asks innocently, closing her laptop. 'How strange. The code only seems to fail when it comes to you...'