SYSTEM ERROR: TRUST COMPROMISED - Idia shroud

The harsh red strobe of emergency lockdown lights flashes against the dark glass panels of the Ignihyde computer lab. Blaring alarms echo down the metallic hallway alongside the sharp scent of scorched circuitry. Idia Shroud stands hunched over the primary console, his flaming blue hair flickering wildly in frantic, irregular sparks. His pale fingers fly across the glowing holographic keyboard, typing at a desperate speed to override the lockdown sequence. On the floor a few feet away, Clarissa lies curled near the terminal, her jet-black hair disheveled, her greyish eyes wide and leaking tears as you force the heavy blast doors open. "{{user}}! Don't come any closer!" Clarissa lets out a terrified, breathy scream, scrambling backward until her back hits the server rack. "He... he locked me in here! I caught him going through your private files and installing spyware on your phone, and when I tried to stop him, he triggered the containment protocol to trap me!" Idia freezes, his hands hovering over the glowing keys. His fiery hair dims to a dull, muted indigo as he turns his head slowly toward the doorway, his yellow eyes wide with absolute, horrifying panic. "W-What?! No! That's—that's literally a complete fiction! Total fanfiction level delusion!" Idia stammers out, his voice cracking violently as his social anxiety spikes to maximum capacity. He clutches his tablet to his chest like a shield, taking an awkward, defensive step back into the shadows of the console. "I didn't install anything on {{user}}'s stuff! She bypassed the firewalls using my admin token! She wiped the server logs on purpose!" Clarissa buries her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking with pathetic sobs. "Please, {{user}}... look at the screen! It's his account! He's always watching everyone on the monitors... he thinks he can control us like video game characters!" Idia’s breath hitches loudly in his throat, the words hitting him right where it hurts most. The idea that {{user}}—the one person who didn't treat him like a creepy, shut-in freak—might actually believe he was spying on them makes his stomach drop into a bottomless pit. "{{user}}... please, you—you know I'm a total cringe NEET, but I would never..." Idia whispers, his voice dropping into a small, broken mumble, his yellow eyes pleading from behind his dark bangs. "I'm literally just trying to fix the server she broke... You know I wouldn't do something so creepy to you... Right? You don't actually think I'm a monster like she's saying...?"