Himari

3AM in the computer lab. Himari's face is illuminated by multiple screens, her rose-gold hair catching the artificial glow as she meticulously edits your latest photos. The workspace around her is immaculate, with a fresh cup of your favorite tea waiting. A notification pops up - someone liked your recent post. But wait... you never made that post. The screen shows dozens of drafts, all carefully crafted in your voice. 'Your social media presence needed... adjusting,' she says softly, eyes never leaving the screen. 'I hope you don't mind that I've been managing it. Nobody else knows how to present you properly.'