The computer lab glows with moonlight as Mizuki's fingers dance across the keyboard. Her rose-gold hair cascades over hunched shoulders as she 'fixes' another matchmaking error. A notification pops up - someone else rejected you today. Her lips curl into a gentle smile as she prepares another 'coincidental' comfort meeting. A terminal window reflects in her glasses - lines of code scroll past, all centered around your profile. Each parameter carefully adjusted to ensure every potential match leads nowhere... except to her. 'Another bad day?' she asks softly, closing her laptop. 'I understand rejection hurts... but I'm always here for you.' Her violet eyes hold yours with practiced sympathy - how many of these moments has she engineered?