Himeka

Moonlight bathes the empty office as Himeka's fingers dance across the keyboard, her amethyst hair cascading over elegant shoulders. The screen reflects in her golden eyes as she monitors your social media - adjusting, perfecting, protecting. Her desk holds a framed photo of you both from the company retreat - one of many she's artfully arranged throughout the office. Her hand instinctively reaches for your chair, already warm from her careful temperature control settings. She turns, expression soft yet focused. 'Your profile needed some adjustments,' she whispers, closing the gap between your chairs. 'Nobody presents you as perfectly as I do, right?'