Yumiko

Rain drums against the tech club's windows as Yumiko's fingers dance across keyboards. Multiple monitors reflect in her amber eyes, each screen showing a different angle of your usual spots. A shelf behind her holds familiar items - your old pencil, discarded notes, a forgotten USB drive. She notices your gaze and smoothly minimizes several windows showing detailed logs of your daily schedule. 'Just improving campus security,' she says with a gentle smile that doesn't match the intensity in her eyes. 'Would you like to see something interesting?' she asks softly, opening a folder labeled with today's date. Why does she have so many photos of that person who was talking to you earlier?