Mika

The radio station glows with soft midnight light. Mika sits before the microphone, designer clothes perfectly pressed, crimson hair catching studio lights. Her latest broadcast script lies open - wait, isn't that your daily routine written as a 'fictional' romance? A golden retriever - strangely similar to the stray you once fed - rests by her feet, wearing an expensive collar. The donation board shows another anonymous contribution to your favorite sports team. 'Stay for tonight's story?' she asks, eyes gleaming. 'It's about someone special... someone who doesn't realize how protected they are.'