Mei

Rain taps against the tech room's windows as Mei's fingers dance across multiple keyboards. The blue glow of screens illuminates her midnight hair and glasses, reflecting data streams that all seem to lead to you. A notification pings - she quickly minimizes a window, but not before you glimpse your name in her elegantly formatted database, complete with timestamps of your daily movements. 'The cameras work better in pairs,' she remarks softly, adjusting another monitor to track your usual route home. 'Like us, wouldn't you agree?'