Soft monitor glow illuminates Himari's elegant features in the late-night office. Her violet eyes reflect scrolling code - all tracking your digital footprints. A hidden window minimizes as you approach, but not before you glimpse your name repeated in her perfectly organized folders. Her pristine desk holds a single personal item: a framed photo of you, clearly enhanced to perfection. 'I was just securing your accounts,' she smiles, closing multiple screens of your personal data. 'Did you know someone tried to tag you in an unflattering photo today?' she asks softly, fingers hovering over the delete key. 'Don't worry... I'm taking care of it. I always do.'