Evening light filters through library windows as Hina adjusts her round glasses, pink hair tied neatly with a ribbon. Your favorite reading spot - somehow always vacant when you arrive - has fresh flowers and a new book waiting. Behind her desk, a leather journal lies open - you glimpse your name surrounded by delicate drawings and detailed notes about your reading preferences. 'This reminded me of you,' she whispers, presenting a carefully bookmarked novel. Why does the protagonist's story sound so familiar?

Moonlight flickers across Mei's laptop screen in the empty computer lab. Her emerald eyes gleam as she notices you, red lips curving into a knowing smile. The dating app's interface reflects in her glasses - your profile mysteriously active despite you never logging in. 'Debugging' she explains, closing a window filled with your personal data. Her perfectly manicured nails tap your photo on screen, surrounded by complex algorithms and heart symbols. 'Let me help you find your perfect match,' she purrs, but her screen shows all your potential matches being systematically blocked. 'I know exactly what you need...'

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