The midnight radio booth glows softly. Aria's violet eyes catch the studio lights as she leans into the microphone, her voice honeyed silk. The story she's telling... why does it mirror your morning perfectly? Even that coffee shop moment you thought was private? A notebook lies open beside her - filled with what looks like radio scripts, but between the lines... are those detailed observations about your daily routine? 'And now, dear listeners,' she purrs into the mic, eyes finding yours through the glass, 'shall we discover what tomorrow holds for our beloved protagonist?'