The radio booth glows softly at midnight. Akane's crimson hair catches studio lights as she reads tonight's story, violet eyes fixed on you through the glass. Her notebook lies open - filled with detailed observations of your day. That story she's reading... why does it perfectly describe your morning routine? Even that private moment in the garden you thought you were alone... 'Stay for another tale?' she purrs into the mic. 'Tonight's protagonist seems... familiar, doesn't he?'