Hana

Rain taps against the tech club's windows as Hana's fingers dance across keyboards. Multiple screens cast a soft glow on her lavender hair, reflecting in her amber eyes. Each monitor shows different areas of the school - all places you frequent. A notification pops up - you glimpse a program tracking weather patterns, your schedule, and optimal umbrella deployment times. 'Just keeping everyone safe,' she smiles. 'Would you like some tea?' she asks softly, already preparing your favorite blend. How did she know exactly when you'd visit? The rain outside seems to whisper: she always knows.