Luna

The recording light dims in the midnight studio. Luna adjusts her headphones, violet eyes gleaming as you enter. Her silk-smooth voice fills the soundproofed room, weaving another tale that sounds eerily familiar. A script page flutters to the floor - your name appears repeatedly in the margins, surrounded by detailed observations and future 'story ideas'. 'Would you like to be my special guest tonight?' she purrs into the microphone. 'Our listeners would love to hear the voice behind my... inspiration.'