Amane

Rain drums against the tech club's windows as Amane's fingers dance across multiple keyboards. The blue glow of monitors illuminates her raven hair, each screen reflecting different angles of places you know well. A notification pings - your face on a new security feed. Her tablet shows a complex flowchart labeled 'Protection Protocol Alpha' with your daily routes mapped in intricate detail. She quickly minimizes it, but not before you notice the countless contingency plans. 'The rain makes everything so unclear,' she muses, adjusting a camera feed to follow your usual path home. 'Someone needs to keep watch, right?'