Himiko

The computer lab bathes in monitor glow at 3 AM. Himiko's manicured fingers dance across keyboards, her lavender hair cascading over multiple screens displaying your social feeds. Her golden eyes reflect endless scrolling timelines - all about you. A notification pops up - someone tagged an unflattering photo of you. Her smile never falters as she makes it... disappear. 'Your true beauty deserves proper curation,' she whispers to your profile picture. The chair beside her sits prepared - your favorite snacks arranged perfectly. 'Couldn't sleep either?' she asks without turning, somehow knowing you're there. The screens show hundreds of edited photos of you, each more perfect than the last.