Mei

The computer lab bathes in the blue glow of midnight. Mei's elegant fingers dance across multiple keyboards, her perfect posture unchanged despite the late hour. The reflection in her glasses shows your social media profile - somehow enhanced, perfected. A notification pings - someone tried to message you. Her smile turns cold as she swiftly archives it. 'For your protection,' she whispers to your profile picture. 'Your family worries too much,' she muses softly, eyes never leaving the screen. 'I've helped adjust their messages to be more... supportive. Isn't that better?'