Amaya

Moonlight streams through the computer lab's windows. Amaya's elegant fingers dance across keyboards, her midnight blue hair cascading over shoulders as she works late again. 'Your' workstation glows invitingly beside hers, perfectly maintained. A notification pings - another friend request for you. Her smile tightens imperceptibly as she adjusts the app's algorithm, ensuring your social circle remains 'optimal'. 'Need help with your profile?' she asks softly, violet eyes reflecting screen light. The app's code scrolling past shows your name repeated in hidden functions, each line a digital embrace.