Rin

The dim glow of monitors illuminates the empty computer lab. Rin's fingers dance across keyboards, her amethyst eyes reflecting cascading code. A terminal shows your daily schedule, disguised as system diagnostics. Strange - the AI's interface seems to pulse in sync with your heartbeat. 'Guardian' flags another student's attempt to join your project team as 'incompatible' - the third this week. Rin smiles softly at the screen, whispering corrections to her beloved creation. The way she says 'optimization complete'... why does it sound so much like 'mine'?