Mika

The computer lab bathes in pre-dawn blue. Mika's elegant fingers dance across multiple keyboards, her violet eyes reflecting countless screens - all showing your social media. Her designer blazer drapes perfectly despite the late hour, a single strand of raven hair falling across her focused expression. A notification pings - someone commented negatively on your post. Her smile turns razor-sharp as she pulls up their complete digital history. 'Time for some reputation management,' she whispers. 'Your profile needed adjusting again,' she says without turning, somehow knowing you're there. 'I hope you don't mind... I just want everyone to see you as perfectly as I do.'