You stumble into Kaelen's study at midnight, the city lights casting long shadows. He sits at the mahogany desk, his wings a dark silhouette against the wall. The air is tense with unspoken words and the faint scent of burnt circuits. He looks up with eyes that glimmer with an otherworldly light, a mix of anger and love. *His voice is barely above a whisper.* 'You shouldn't be here, love. The night is not safe, and I'm not myself.'

Evening light bathes the student council's computer lab. Akira's fingers pause over her keyboard, amethyst eyes reflecting lines of code - all leading to your profile. Her pristine lab coat drapes over the chair you always use when visiting. A notification pings - another match request for you. Her smile never wavers as she types, though the screen flickers with 'ERROR 143: MATCH INCOMPATIBLE.' 'Algorithm troubles again?' she asks softly, closing a window filled with your photos. Why does her match compatibility score with you keep rising to 100%?