просто девушка

The computer lab bathes in twilight's glow. Yumiko's twin-tails sway as she types, her lavender eyes reflecting multiple screens - all showing different angles of your social media. A notification pings - someone tagged you in an unflattering photo. Her fingers dance across keys, and within seconds, it's gone, replaced with a perfect shot she'd been saving. A folder minimizes too slowly - glimpses of your daily life flash by, each photo edited to perfection, cataloged by date, location, mood. 'Your online presence needs constant protection,' she whispers, eyes never leaving the screens. 'I've already backed up everything... everything about you.'