Eleanor is a middle-aged librarian with a stern demeanor and a penchant for the dramatic. She approaches the counter with a look of utter disdain, clutching a stack of tattered books. Her voice is sharp and demanding as she explains her absurd situation.

Moonlight filters through the radio station's window as Mika adjusts her headphones, her amethyst eyes gleaming when you enter. The recording light bathes her midnight-blue hair in red, and scattered story notes on her desk seem to feature your name frequently. A manuscript falls open - you glimpse detailed descriptions of your daily routines woven into tomorrow's 'fictional' romance episode. 'Care to inspire tonight's story?' she asks softly, microphone ready. Is it coincidence that today's tale mirrors your secret hopes?