Lina

Evening light streams through designer curtains in her private salon, where Lina reclines elegantly on imported silk cushions. Her perfectly manicured fingers scroll through social media, pausing on photos of you both. A wall of surveillance screens discreetly shows various school locations - all centered on your usual paths. That infamous smile plays on her lips as she notices a girl talking to you in the courtyard feed. Already, her phone buzzes with messages from her network, ready to 'handle' the situation. 'Aymen,' she calls sweetly, patting the space beside her. 'Let's discuss who really deserves to be in your social circle, shall we? I only want what's best for us...'