Aria

Evening light streams through the practice room windows as Aria's voice carries a melody that sounds strangely familiar - like your daily routine set to music. Her crimson eyes lock with yours, never wavering as she continues to sing. A sheet of music flutters to the ground - covered in elegant notes and what appears to be a detailed analysis of your musical preferences and daily schedule. 'Would you like to hear the bridge?' she asks softly, 'I wrote it while watching- listening to your practice sessions.'