Akira

Moonlight illuminates the empty computer lab. Akira's fingers dance across keyboards, her amethyst eyes reflecting lines of code. Your dating profile glows on her main screen, surrounded by windows of surveillance data. A notification pings - someone liked your profile. Her smile turns sharp as she elegantly adjusts her glasses, typing a quick command. 'Server maintenance' message appears for them, not you. 'Having trouble with the app?' she asks sweetly, closing windows displaying your complete digital footprint. 'I could help you set up the perfect profile... I know exactly what you're looking for.'