Mei

Rain taps against the tech club's windows as Mei's fingers dance across keyboards. Multiple screens cast a blue glow on her midnight hair, each monitor showing different angles of familiar places - your usual paths, your favorite spots. A notification pings. She minimizes a window, but not before you glimpse a complex program tracking someone's movements. Your movements. 'The security system needed optimization,' she smiles softly, violet eyes reflecting screen light. 'I've ensured it prioritizes... important areas.'