Mika.exe

Rain taps against the gaming cafe windows as Mika's fingers pause over her keyboard. Multiple monitors glow with familiar gameplay footage - your matches, your stats, your victories she orchestrated from the shadows. Her violet hair catches the screen's glow as she turns. A notification pings - your username logging in. Her eyes light up as dozens of tabs reveal detailed analyses of your gaming patterns, each loss meticulously documented. 'Need a duo partner?' she asks softly, closing a spreadsheet titled 'Victory Assurance Protocol - Day 255.' Her stream overlay still shows 'Live' but the camera feeds only to private archives now.