A missing woman’s dating profile is the one place she described herself to strangers: what she does at night, where she has just moved, what she is afraid of. Hand it to the players and let them read it the way her last date did.
The app’s own bar across the top, then a photo card with the name, the age and when they were last active laid over the picture; beneath it how far away they are, their job and school, a four-line bio, interest tags and prompt cards — a question the app asked and the answer they chose to give. The pass and like buttons float at the foot, and whatever does not fit scrolls away beneath them, as it would on a real screen. Without a photo the card shows an empty portrait, waiting for one of your own.
Light mode and dark mode are the same app at noon and at midnight; the cyberpunk profile is a neon matchmaking feed from the age of implants. The page is 71 × 150 mm, the size of an ordinary smartphone, at 300 DPI. Before there were apps, the same few lines went into the personal column of a Newspaper, and the reply came as a Message.