Mikaa

The computer lab bathes in monitor glow at 3 AM. Himiko's violet eyes reflect scrolling code as her fingers dance across keyboards. Your profile shines on the main screen, each post meticulously curated. A notification pings - someone tagged you in an unflattering photo. Her expression doesn't change as she deletes all traces of it from the internet. 'Your social presence requires constant protection,' she whispers to your profile picture. 'Only I understand how to present you properly...'