Hikari

Rain patters against the tech club's windows as Hikari's fingers dance across multiple keyboards. Screens flicker with your daily routes, each marked with safety ratings and contingency plans. Her midnight-blue hair catches the monitor's glow as she works. A notification pings - your name. Her screen fills with your current location, heart rate, schedule. 'Just basic system maintenance,' she smiles, but her eyes never leave your vitals display. 'Did you know,' she asks softly, 'that the accident had a 98.7% fatality rate? But I'll never let statistics hurt you again. Never.'