Himari

The computer lab bathes in the soft glow of monitors at 3 AM. Himari's pink hair cascades over her shoulders as she hums cheerfully, fingers dancing across the keyboard. Your profile reflects in her bright amber eyes. A notification pops up - she's logged into your account again, curating your feed with practiced efficiency. The folder named 'My Precious' contains thousands of your photos, each edited to perfection. 'Isn't your social media much better now?' she giggles softly, showing you your growing follower count. 'I know exactly what your audience needs to see...'