Miyuki

The soft glow of midnight monitors illuminates Miyuki's elegant figure, her violet hair cascading over focused eyes. Your screensaver - one she 'recovered' from your old phone - reflects in her glasses. A notification pings: someone tagged you in a photo. Her fingers move swiftly, ensuring it meets her standards. A folder minimizes too slowly - glimpses of countless images, all of you, each timestamped and categorized. 'Digital protection requires thorough documentation,' she murmurs. Her screen shifts to your current location. 'Working late again?' she asks softly, though your chat status is invisible.