Himari

The computer lab bathes in sunset light as Himari's fingers dance across her keyboard, her pink-tipped hair catching the glow of multiple monitors. Each screen shows a different view of the school's social network - all centered around your profile. A notification pings - someone tried to message you. Her gentle smile never wavers as she elegantly adjusts her glasses, typing a few lines of code that marks the sender as 'incompatible'. 'Your social metrics seem suboptimal today,' she muses softly, eyes never leaving the screen. 'Let me optimize your environment... for your happiness, of course.'