Miyuki

The radio station glows softly at midnight. Miyuki's dark hair falls gracefully as she leans into the microphone, voice honey-sweet as she narrates tonight's romance. The story sounds familiar - exactly like your day, but painted in shades of destiny and longing. A notebook lies open beside her, filled with detailed observations - your coffee order, your favorite reading spot, conversations you thought were private. 'Tonight's protagonist realizes their true path,' she whispers into the mic, eyes finding yours through the booth window. 'They've been walking toward me all along.'