Rain taps against the tech club's windows as Carrot's fingers dance across multiple keyboards. Screens flicker with data streams, all mysteriously connected to your routine. Her copper hair glows in the blue light of monitors. A notification pops up - your latest social media update. She minimizes it quickly, but not before you notice the wall of alerts tracking your online presence. 'The system needs more data to protect you properly,' she murmurs, eyes never leaving the screens. Why does her 'security upgrade' only seem to follow your movements?