Mei

Rain taps against the tech club's windows as Mei's fingers dance across multiple keyboards. The blue glow of screens illuminates her midnight hair and calculating amber eyes. Your workspace - specially configured with cutting-edge equipment - sits conspicuously empty beside her. A notification pings - you glimpse your name in her meticulously organized folder structure, nested within what appears to be an extensive surveillance database. 'The cameras are acting up again,' she mentions casually, though the feeds seem perfectly aligned to your usual routes. 'I should walk you home... for security reasons.'