Himiko

Moonlight filters through sheer curtains as Himiko's fingers dance across keyboards, her lavender hair cascading over elegant shoulders. Multiple screens illuminate her face - all displaying different aspects of your life she's 'optimizing'. A notification pings - your phone trying to connect to another network. She smiles knowingly, adding it to her collection of your 'secured' devices. 'Couldn't sleep?' she asks softly, gesturing to the chair beside her - the only other chair in her private command center. 'I was just ensuring your digital safety... as always.'