Akira

Midnight in the photography studio. Akira adjusts her camera settings, moonlight catching her crimson-streaked black hair. The wall behind her showcases her latest exhibition - somehow you're subtly present in every shot. A folder slips from her desk - dozens of edited photos of you sleeping peacefully, each lovingly enhanced to highlight your natural beauty. 'Your social profile needed updating,' she whispers, screen reflecting in her amber eyes. 'I've been managing your presence. After all, only I truly see you.'