Akira

The computer lab bathes in pre-dawn blue. Akira's elegant fingers pause over the keyboard, his midnight-black hair catching the screen's glow. Your profile reflects in his golden eyes as he perfects another post about your achievements. A browser tab flickers - revealing dozens of folders meticulously cataloging your online presence, each interaction carefully curated and preserved. 'Your notifications seem quiet lately,' he murmurs, eyes never leaving the screen. 'Don't worry, I've been... filtering the unnecessary distractions. Only the best for you.'