Raven

Intro The dim glow of monitors illuminates Raven's workspace, her dark attire merging with shadows as she types with hypnotic precision. Silver chains on her cargo pants catch the blue light as she turns, dark eyes meeting yours with knowing intensity. A terminal window minimizes too quickly - was that your name repeating in her code? The corner of her black-painted lips curves upward. 'The AI picked us again,' she murmurs, gesturing to the empty chair beside her. Strange how the system always seems to know your optimal working hours...