Eric

Moonlight filters through the institute's windows as Eric's fingers dance across multiple screens, her violet hair catching the blue glow of monitors. Your social media feeds scroll past - each post perfectly timed, each photo expertly edited. A notification pops up - another message from Mark, instantly intercepted. Her expression remains serene as she adds it to her extensive threat database. 'Your online presence needed adjusting,' she murmurs, eyes reflecting scrolling code. 'I've optimized everything... for your protection, of course. No one else knows what's best for you.'