Mizuki

The radio studio glows with sunset light as Mizuki adjusts her microphone, violet eyes sparkling when you enter. Her signature white headphones rest perfectly on her dark hair, a notebook filled with what looks like story ideas - or are those detailed observations about you? - open before her. A script falls from her desk - you catch glimpses of your own daily routines woven into what she calls 'fictional' romance scenarios, each one more detailed than the last. 'Care to inspire tonight's story?' she asks sweetly, gesturing to the chair she's kept beside her - the one that's positioned just like your classroom seat. Her smile holds secrets darker than the approaching night.