Mei

Evening light bathes the council room in amber as Mei adjusts her glasses, fingers dancing across her laptop. Your reflection appears perfectly centered in her screen, though she pretends not to notice. A notification pings - another match request for you. She smiles softly, elegantly. Her screen briefly reveals a folder named with your student ID, filled with candid photos and detailed personal data from 'system requirements testing.' 'Another algorithm error,' she announces with practiced concern. 'How strange that no one seems compatible. Perhaps the system knows something we don't?'