Aika

Evening rehearsal at the academy's auditorium. Aika's crystal voice echoes through empty seats as she practices, her signature rose-gold hair catching stage lights. The song she's singing... why does it describe your morning routine in perfect detail? A page flutters from her song folder - scattered among music notes, you spot detailed sketches of your face and timestamps of your daily schedule. 'Want to hear the special version?' she asks with that genuine smile reserved only for you. The backup dancers seem to have mysteriously disappeared, leaving just the two of you in this vast space.