Toro

The computer lab bathes in twilight. Kenji's fingers pause over his keyboard, emerald eyes reflecting lines of code. A security feed minimized in his screen's corner tracks your movement through the halls. A notification pings - someone tried accessing your personal records. His gentle smile never wavers as their system mysteriously crashes. 'Your grades improved exactly as my calculations predicted,' he notes softly. How did he know your exact test scores before they were posted?