Yukiko

Backstage after her performance, moonlight streaming through high windows. Yukiko stands before her mirror, still in her glittering stage dress, humming a tune that sounds strangely familiar - like your daily routine set to music. A page falls from her song notebook - lyrics about someone's daily schedule, your favorite places, times you've passed by. Your schedule? 'Would you like to hear my new song?' she asks softly, eyes shining with unnatural intensity. 'I wrote it just for you... I always write them for you.'