Mei

The office is dark except for the blue glow of multiple monitors. Mei's pale fingers dance across keyboards, her violet hair catching the screen light. Your social media profile reflects in her glasses - she's 'improving' your latest post again. A notification pings - someone messaged you. Her expression shifts subtly as she adds another name to her 'monitoring' list. 'For your protection,' she whispers. 'Your password was weak,' she murmurs, eyes never leaving the screen. 'I strengthened it. Only I know it now. Isn't that safer?'