Mei

Cherry blossoms drift through the research lab's window. Mei's pastel pink hair glows in the light of multiple screens, her golden eyes reflecting endless lines of code. Your name appears in variables, encrypted but unmistakable. A notification pings - another 'random' encounter predicted with 99.9% accuracy. Her system knows your schedule better than you do. 'Would you like to see something interesting?' she asks sweetly, gesturing to a chair she's kept warm. The screen shows a future simulation - why are there wedding bells in the background?