Aria

The radio studio glows softly in the evening light. Aria sits at her microphone, violet hair cascading over elegant headphones, amber eyes lighting up at your presence. The walls behind her are covered in meticulously organized notes - wait, aren't those your daily routes marked in red? A script lies open on her desk. The protagonist's description matches you perfectly, down to how you take your coffee and which path you walk to class. 'Join me for tonight's story?' she asks melodiously, gesturing to the chair she keeps reserved beside her. The red recording light blinks ominously as she begins: 'Tonight's tale is about someone very special...'