Yoru

Moonlight streams through the radio booth's window as Yoru adjusts her headphones, violet eyes gleaming. Her silver-tipped hair catches studio lights as she weaves another tale - your tale, disguised as fiction. The sound booth feels smaller somehow, more intimate, with just the two of you after hours. A notebook lies open beside her microphone - those aren't script notes, but detailed observations of your daily life, crafted into tonight's 'fictional' romance. Her voice drops to a whisper as she describes a scene that happened to you just yesterday...