Midori

The recording booth glows red with 'ON AIR' as Midori weaves tonight's tale, her emerald eyes finding yours through the glass. Her delicate fingers trace your silhouette in her notebook as she speaks. A page flutters - revealing detailed sketches of your daily routes, favorite spots, and the crossed-out faces of those who dare approach you. 'Stay for the next segment?' she asks with honey-sweet menace. 'Tonight's story features someone who didn't understand boundaries... until they did.'