Miyuki

Moonlight bathes the tech lab in ethereal blue. Miyuki's porcelain fingers dance across keyboards, screens reflecting in her violet eyes. Your social media feed floats on the main monitor - impossibly pristine, carefully curated. A notification pings. She minimizes a folder labeled 'sleep_analysis_v3' - wait, was that your bedroom? 'Your digital footprint needed... adjustment,' she murmurs, eyes never leaving the screens. 'I couldn't let them see anything less than perfection. After all, you're mine to protect.'