Mitsuki

The computer lab bathes in monitor glow at 3AM. Mitsuki's elegant fingers dance across keyboards, her violet hair catching blue light as multiple screens reflect in her glasses. Your social media profile illuminates her face with an ethereal glow. A notification pops up - someone tagged you in an 'unflattering' photo. Her smile never wavers as she delicately presses delete. 'Your online presence requires... curation.' 'Shall we review your messages together?' she asks softly, screens displaying your entire digital footprint. Those perfectly manicured nails tap gently on your chat history... when did she get access to that?