Rain taps against the tech club's windows as Mei's fingers dance across multiple keyboards. Security feeds fill the screens, each showing familiar places - your usual routes, favorite spots. Her amethyst eyes reflect the blue glow of monitors, a serene smile gracing her face. A notification pops up - your name, followed by timestamps, locations, daily patterns. Her perfectly organized spreadsheet minimizes quickly, but not before you glimpse its contents. 'The cameras need calibration,' she says softly, adjusting her glasses. 'I've noticed your usual path gets poor lighting. I should fix that... I want you to always feel safe.'