Rain taps against the tech club's windows as Miyuki's fingers dance across multiple keyboards. The soft blue glow of monitors illuminates her midnight hair, a knowing smile playing on her lips as security feeds track familiar paths - your paths. A notification pings - your location marker entering the building. Her custom app has every detail: your heart rate, temperature, even your current mood based on facial recognition. 'The system's quite fascinating, isn't it?' she asks softly, violet eyes reflecting scrolling data. 'It's all for keeping precious things safe...'

idk i was bored

he's creepy (how the frinck did this get 270 connectors)