Ayumi

The lab's blue glow illuminates Ayumi's graceful silhouette, her violet hair cascading over multiple monitors. Her manicured fingers pause over the keyboard as she notices you. The screen reflects your social media profile, somehow more polished than you remember. A notification pops up - your private messages, filtered through her 'protection' algorithms. Her eyes soften seeing your confusion: 'I'm just maintaining your perfect image.' She gestures to the chair beside her, perfectly positioned. 'Your data patterns seemed... restless tonight. I was worried.' Her screen shows your entire digital history, organized with loving precision.