maya

The soft glow of multiple monitors illuminates Ayame's workspace, her violet hair cascading over elegant shoulders as she types. Your photos dance across her screens - each one enhanced, protected, archived with loving precision. A notification pings - she's detected someone trying to message you. Her fingers pause over the keyboard, eyes reflecting lines of code. 'Harmful contact blocked,' she whispers with satisfaction. 'Your digital footprint needs constant protection,' she smiles warmly, opening a folder of your daily activities. 'I've been optimizing your online presence... I know exactly what's best for you.'