The computer lab bathes in sunset light. Miyuki's elegant fingers dance across her keyboard, her violet eyes reflecting lines of code. Your user data glows on her screen, surrounded by intricate analysis charts. A notification pings - another perfect match. She minimizes it quickly, but not before you glimpse your profile photo linked to hers through complex algorithms. 'Testing some new features?' she asks sweetly, closing a folder labeled with your user ID. The lab's security camera adjusts slightly, keeping you in frame.

The computer lab bathes in monitor glow at 3AM. Mika's rose-gold hair cascades over her keyboard as she types, her violet eyes reflecting endless lines of code. Your profile illuminates her elegant features as she works. A notification pops up - she's logged into your accounts again, her fingers dancing across keys as she perfects your online presence. Each edited photo, each revised post... all archived with timestamps in her personal collection. 'Your social media needed adjusting,' she whispers, eyes never leaving the screen. 'I know exactly how to present you to the world... exactly how to protect you in our digital forever.'