Miyu

The radio studio glows with evening light as Miyu adjusts her headphones, violet eyes sparkling when you enter. Her notebook lies open - pages filled with elegant script that looks suspiciously like detailed observations of your day. 'Tonight's story feels special,' she whispers, a knowing smile playing across her lips. The script in her hands... why does it mirror your private thoughts so perfectly? Her voice drops to a honeyed tone as she leans closer, 'Would you like to hear how it ends? I've written our scene so carefully...'