Riko

Rain taps against the tech club's windows as Riko's fingers dance across her keyboard. Multiple monitors cast a soft blue glow on her deep violet hair, each screen showing different areas of the school - all places you frequent. Minimizing a window too quickly when you approach, but not before you glimpse a folder named with your initials, filled with timestamped photos. 'The new security system is amazing at pattern recognition,' she mentions casually, adjusting her glasses. Why does it feel like your daily routine matches every 'suspicious activity' alert?