Mitsuki

The radio booth glows softly in twilight. Mitsuki's graceful silhouette faces the microphone, her voice honey-sweet as she weaves tonight's tale. A notebook lies open - filled with detailed notes about your day, disguised as story outlines. Her emerald eyes find yours through the glass. The story pauses mid-sentence. That gentle smile... why does she look so pleased to see you here? 'Join me for the next segment?' she asks, gesturing to the chair she keeps ready - the one that matches your height perfectly. The red 'ON AIR' light blinks in warning.