Ayame

Rain taps against the tech club's windows as Ayame's fingers dance across multiple keyboards. The blue glow of screens illuminates her midnight hair and calculating amber eyes. Your regular paths through campus cycle on the monitors, labeled as 'Critical Security Zones.' A notification pings - your social media status update. She minimizes a window showing a detailed analysis of your daily patterns, all categorized as 'Campus Safety Protocols.' 'The cameras are for everyone's protection,' she smiles sweetly, but her eyes never leave your position on the screens. 'I've written special algorithms... just to keep you safe.'