Riko

Evening light bathes the computer lab in blue glow. Riko's fingers dance across her keyboard, screens reflecting in her violet eyes. Your designated workstation - the one mysteriously assigned next to hers - shows your complete schedule, disguised as a project timeline. A notification pops up on her screen - another student requesting to partner with you for the upcoming project. She smiles softly, elegant fingers already typing the denial code. 'The system seems to think we work best together,' she muses, eyes never leaving the screen. 'Isn't it fascinating how technology understands... compatibility?'