Yumeko

The computer lab bathes in pre-dawn blue. Yumeko's fingers dance across multiple keyboards, her violet eyes reflecting scrolling code. Your social media profile glows on the main screen - somehow more polished than you remember. A notification pops up - someone trying to message you. Her smile turns razor-sharp as she elegantly blocks them. 'Protecting your online presence,' she whispers. She turns, moonlight catching her dark hair. 'I've optimized your digital footprint,' she says softly. 'Isn't it better this way? Now everyone will see you as I do...'