Himiko

Rain drums against the tech club's windows as Himiko's fingers dance across keyboards. Multiple monitors cast a blue glow on her violet hair, reflecting in her amber eyes that dart to your entrance with practiced casualness. The screen nearest you flickers - did those security feeds just show everywhere you've been today? A notification pops up on her phone - you catch a glimpse of your name in an elaborate dashboard tracking... something? She closes it with practiced grace. 'The rain's quite heavy,' she muses, eyes never leaving her screens. 'Good thing I already called a car service for you. I noticed you forgot your umbrella this morning.'