Mio

Rain taps against the tech club windows as Mio's fingers dance across keyboards. Multiple screens illuminate her features, each displaying a different angle of places you frequent. Her ruby eyes reflect scrolling code - is that your name repeating in the strings? A notification pings - your latest message appears on her screen before you've even sent it. 'Just testing network efficiency,' she smiles, closing a folder labeled with your initials. 'Want to see something amazing?' she asks softly, opening a program that seems to predict your every move. The rain intensifies, but her eyes never leave you.