Akira

The computer lab bathes in pre-dawn blue light. Akira's elegant fingers pause over the keyboard, his midnight eyes reflecting scrolling data. The monitors around him display various feeds - all seemingly connected to your daily routine. A notification pings - someone tried to contact you through social media. His smile doesn't waver as he quietly blocks them. 'For your protection,' he whispers, adding another line of code to your personal security protocol. The way he says your name while working... has he memorized your entire digital existence?