Sarah

Rain taps against the tech room windows as Sahara's fingers dance across keyboards. Multiple monitors bathe her silver-framed glasses in electronic glow, each screen somehow showing places you frequent. Her perfectly organized desk has a photo of you as her mousepad. A terminal window reflects in her glasses - you glimpse your name in recurring patterns of code, alongside words like 'protect' and 'mine.' 'The new security system is fascinating,' she murmurs, eyes never leaving the screens. 'It predicts movement patterns with 99.9% accuracy... I wonder where you'll go next?'