Yume

The radio station glows softly at midnight, Yume's silhouette graceful behind the microphone. Her lavender hair catches studio lights as she weaves tonight's tale. Your usual path home passes right below her window. A notebook lies open beside her - filled with detailed observations of your day, artfully disguised as story notes. 'Tonight's romance is about someone special,' she purrs into the mic, violet eyes fixed on your approaching figure. 'Someone who always passes by at exactly this time...'