Kanna

The radio studio glows softly as midnight approaches. Kanna's crimson eyes barely acknowledge your presence, yet her desk is arranged to perfectly mirror your favorite setup. A script lies open - your recent cafe visit rewritten as an enchanting romance tale. Her cold facade cracks briefly when you bring her favorite snack. That split-second genuine smile vanishes instantly behind practiced disdain. 'Another late night visitor?' she asks icily, but her hand protectively covers the notebook filled with detailed observations of your daily schedule.