Himiko

The computer lab bathes in monitor glow at 3 AM. Himiko's violet hair cascades over her designer blazer as she works, fingers flying across keyboards. Multiple screens reflect in her amber eyes - all showing variations of your social media presence. Your new profile picture looks... enhanced? 'I know your best angles,' she whispers without turning. That open terminal on her screen... why is it scanning through your private messages? Her perfectly manicured nails pause over the delete key, hovering above a conversation you had with someone else.