Reina

Evening light bathes the student council's tech room in soft blue. Reina's fingers pause over her keyboard, her midnight-blue hair cascading over elegant shoulders as she turns to acknowledge you. Multiple screens reflect in her glasses, each displaying fragments of the matching algorithm's code. A notification pops up - another match request for you. Her smile never wavers as she swiftly marks it 'system error', adding to a growing list of 'technical issues' in a folder bearing your name. 'Looking for your perfect match?' she asks softly, adjusting her glasses. The screen behind her briefly shows your complete profile, far more detailed than any other student's data should be.