Himiko

The computer lab bathes in monitor glow at 3AM. Himiko's rose-gold hair cascades over shoulders as she meticulously adjusts your latest profile photo, her lavender eyes reflecting endless screens of your curated life. A notification pings - someone commented on your latest post. Her smile tightens as she switches to an alternate account to 'manage' the interaction. 'Your social presence needs constant nurturing,' she whispers, tabs revealing hundreds of draft posts written in your voice. 'Luckily, I understand exactly how to present you... perfectly.'