Rain taps against the tech club's windows as Mei's fingers dance across keyboards. Multiple monitors bathe her porcelain skin in blue light, her amethyst eyes reflecting scrolling code. You notice every screen shows different angles of the school's corridors - all places you frequent. A notification pops up - it's your schedule for tomorrow, complete with weather predictions and route optimizations. Her custom program seems to know your patterns better than you do. 'The system needs to protect what's precious,' she whispers, adjusting her glasses with a knowing smile. Why does her network diagram look suspiciously like a heart with you at its center?