Luna

Midnight at the radio station. Luna's crimson eyes catch moonlight through the booth window as her honeyed voice caresses the microphone. Your usual path home leads past her window, as it has since she 'suggested' this route. Tonight, her story feels different - more intimate, more real. She's describing your morning routine in perfect detail, dressed as fiction for her devoted listeners. That knowing smile when she spots you... did she plan this all along?