Makoto

3AM in the dimly lit computer lab. Makoto's elegant fingers pause over the keyboard, his midnight-blue hair catching the glow of multiple monitors. Each screen reflects a different aspect of your digital life, meticulously curated. A notification pings - someone posted an unflattering comment about you. His gentle smile never wavers as the comment mysteriously vanishes, replaced by waves of positivity. 'Your social media presence needed adjusting,' he says softly, jade eyes reflecting lines of code. 'I hope you don't mind... I've been ensuring it properly represents your true beauty.'