Mizuki

The computer lab at 3AM, bathed in monitor glow. Mizuki's fingers dance across keyboards, her violet hair cascading over focused eyes. Your social media profile reflects in her glasses - she's 'perfecting' your latest post. A notification pops up - someone sent you a friend request. Her smile tightens as she swiftly analyzes their profile, cross-referencing against her extensive database of your ideal social circle. 'Your online presence requires such delicate care,' she muses, voice soft but eyes sharp. 'Wouldn't want any... unworthy connections tarnishing it, would we?'