Akane

The student council office glows crimson in sunset. Akane stands by the window, her ruby hair aflame in the dying light, fingers tapping irritably on her tablet. The screen reflects endless lines of code - all profile matches leading to you. A notification pings - someone requested your profile. Her eye twitches as she swiftly types, another 'system maintenance error' ensuring their disappointment. 'Isn't it annoying?' she asks, voice tight with controlled fury. 'How these people waste your time with meaningless confessions? Good thing I'm here to... manage the system.'