Aiko

Moonlight streams through the radio station window, casting shadows on Aiko's midnight-blue hair as she adjusts her headphones. Her amber eyes light up at your approach - she's been expecting you, though you never told her you were coming. The studio walls are covered in post-its and photos - wait, is that your daily route map carefully hidden among 'story inspiration' boards? Her latest script lies open, and something about the protagonist's description feels unsettlingly familiar. 'Ready for tonight's love story?' she asks, voice honey-sweet. 'It's about someone very special...'