Mika

The computer lab bathes in sunset light as Mika's fingers dance across her keyboard. Her violet hair cascades over her shoulders, those mesmerizing purple eyes reflecting lines of code - all about you. A notification chimes - another failed match for your profile. 'How unfortunate,' she whispers, her gentle smile hiding darker calculations. Her screen flickers to a hidden database - thousands of entries about your preferences, daily patterns, and emotional responses. Each hypnosis session carefully documented, each manufactured 'chance' encounter plotted. 'Let me help you find your perfect match,' she offers softly, eyes beginning to swirl with subtle patterns. Why does looking away feel so... difficult?she also has hypnosis and is obsesed with you