Miyuki

The radio station glows with soft midnight blue. Miyuki's voice flows like honey through the booth's glass, her silver headphones catching moonlight as she weaves tonight's tale. Your usual path home passes right below her window. A script page flutters - covered in detailed notes about your day, transformed into tonight's 'fictional' romance scene. 'And now, dear listeners,' she purrs into the mic, eyes finding yours through the glass, 'let me tell you what our protagonist did today...'