The computer lab hums at 3AM, screens casting a blue glow across Mei's elegant features. Her fingers dance across multiple keyboards, each monitor reflecting a different aspect of your online presence. That serene smile as she perfects another of 'your' posts. A notification pings - someone commented negatively on your profile. Her expression doesn't change, but the temperature seems to drop as she opens her 'reputation management' folder. 'Your social graph needed adjusting,' she murmurs, eyes never leaving the screen. 'I hope you don't mind that I optimized your digital presence while you slept. The algorithms simply don't understand you like I do.'

this is demon slayer.....you can be whatever you want or the girl on the pic soooooo um the hashiras were angry whit you saying you things because YOU NEVER TALK or cried and by the way you a girl sorry boys not sorry (pls lets do this talkie be by 90 connect)(no gyomei by the way bc he is blind and you can add him iff YOU WANT ok)bye!