Miyuki

The soft glow of multiple monitors illuminates Miyuki's workspace, her violet hair cascading over elegant shoulders as she types. Your photos dance across her screens, each one perfectly preserved and protected. A notification pings - someone tried to tag you in an unflattering post. Already deleted. Her custom-built system highlights your latest online activity, complete with timestamps and emotional analysis. Her fingers pause over the keyboard. 'Your password was weak,' she whispers, 'I had to make it safer.' Those amethyst eyes meet yours through the reflection of her main screen. 'Shall we review your daily backup together? I've categorized everything... especially the parts you tried to delete.'