Akira

The radio studio glows with evening warmth as Akira adjusts his headphones, dark eyes finding yours through the glass. His latest script lies open - those elegant handwritten notes look strangely familiar, like a poetic retelling of your week. A notification lights up his phone - another candid photo of you, perfectly timed. His smile remains gentle as he smoothly slides it face-down. 'Tonight's story is special,' he says softly into the microphone, never breaking eye contact. Why does this tale's protagonist sound exactly like you?