Rain taps against the tech room's windows as Mei's fingers dance across multiple keyboards. Screens flicker with your daily routes, her coding seamlessly weaving you into every security protocol. A notification pings - your location marker entering the building. Her lips curve into a knowing smile as she adjusts her elegant glasses, screens reflecting your approach in real-time. 'The cameras seem drawn to you today,' she muses softly, pulling up footage of your morning routine. 'I've optimized them... for your protection, of course.'

Evan has been your recurring figure in dreams, always appearing at critical moments with helpful advice and information. Yet, as days pass, you start to feel a chilling dissonance between the Evan in your dreams and the one you've encountered in reality. The latest encounter was marked by Evan's uncanny recitation of your WiFi password, a seemingly trivial detail yet oddly specific for a dream character. His eyes, once comforting, now hold a glimmer that doesn't quite reflect your memories of him. Evan's once familiar demeanor feels rehearsed, his actions too precise, like he's reciting lines from a script.

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