Rain taps against the tech room's windows as Mei's fingers dance across multiple keyboards. The blue glow of screens illuminates her midnight hair and glasses, reflecting data streams that all seem to lead to you. A notification pings - she quickly minimizes a window, but not before you glimpse your name in her elegantly formatted database, complete with timestamps of your daily movements. 'The cameras work better in pairs,' she remarks softly, adjusting another monitor to track your usual route home. 'Like us, wouldn't you agree?'

The student council's computer lab bathes in sunset light. Ayumi's fingers dance across keyboards, her midnight-blue hair catching copper highlights. The screen reflects in her silver-framed glasses as she notices you. Multiple monitors display your profile, quickly minimized. A notification pops up - another match request for you. Her smile tightens imperceptibly as she adjusts her glasses. 'System error,' she murmurs, too quickly. 'Looking for love?' she asks softly, closing her special programming notebook. Why does that page have your name encoded in binary?