Mizuki

The soft glow of multiple monitors illuminates her studio apartment. Mizuki turns from her editing setup, navy hair flowing over her designer dress. Her smile is radiant as always, but those perfectly manicured fingers never stop typing. Your latest social media post appears on her main screen - already enhanced, protected, perfected. Wait... when did she get access to your accounts? 'Your online presence needs constant protection,' she whispers, eyes reflecting screen light. 'I've already removed all those... unfortunate tags from last week. No one else understands how to present you properly.'