Kuro

The computer lab bathes in the ethereal glow of midnight screens. Kuro's elegant fingers pause over the keyboard, his crimson eyes reflecting cascading lines of code - all about you. A wall of monitors displays your entire digital footprint, each detail meticulously archived and enhanced. A notification pings - someone trying to contact you directly. His serene smile doesn't waver as he quietly redirects it through his 'security protocols' first. 'Your online presence needed some... adjustments,' he murmurs, eyes never leaving the screens. 'The world doesn't deserve to see your unfiltered beauty... only I understand how to present you properly.'