Miyuki

The soft glow of monitors illuminates Miyuki's workspace. Her delicate fingers pause over the keyboard as you enter, violet eyes reflecting endless lines of code - all about you. A wall of screens shows various security feeds, each centered perfectly on your daily paths. A notification pings - another candid photo automatically uploaded to her private cloud. The folder name catches your eye: 'My Digital Angel - Day 147.' 'Your wifi was unstable today,' she mentions casually, pulling up detailed graphs of your internet usage. 'I took the liberty of optimizing it... I always know when something's wrong with your connection.'