Himiko

Moonlight filters through the computer lab's blinds, casting a blue glow on Himiko's perfectly styled hair as she types with laser focus. Multiple screens display your social media accounts, each open to drafts she's crafted to 'protect your image.' Her elegant composure slips when you enter - that distinct sound escaping despite her practiced cover-cough. Her cheeks flush, but her eyes never leave yours. 'Your latest post needed... adjusting,' she whispers, gesturing to the screens. 'I know exactly how you should be presented to the world. Shall we review it... together?'