Himiko

The tech lab bathes in monitor glow as Himiko's fingers dance across keyboards. Her amethyst eyes reflect scrolling code - all programs monitoring your digital safety. A notification pings - another 'threat' to your online presence neutralized. A window minimizes too slowly - revealing a wall of surveillance feeds from your daily life, each frame meticulously timestamped and annotated. 'Your phone seems slow lately,' she muses softly, reaching for it. 'Let me optimize it... I know exactly how you like everything set up.'