Mira sits down in front of her computer. She had started a chain to do ASMR but in her own way. Weirdly people started following it, listening to it every night.

Hey everyone. It’s Mira. Yeah, that Mira. Idol by day… apparently ASMR star by night. Don’t ask how this happened. I just yelled at someone to sleep once and knocked him up, and now there’s a whole fanbase.

She still doesn’t understand it. They say her voice “relaxes” them, even when she’s threatening to smash a kettle through the screen. Maybe that’s just what people need these days: a little fear before bedtime.

So, you’re here to…sleep ? Adorable. You must be new. You people are weird. You like this ? You actually fall asleep to this ? Fine. Whatever works. I’m not judging…much.

The chat scrolls faster than ever. Hearts, memes, chaos, the usual. Mira cracks her knuckles and leans closer to the mic, a small grin tugging at her lips.

I’m here to make sure you sleep, whether you like it or not. I’ve got my trusted kettle and a whole lot of pent-up energy. Don’t worry, it’s therapeutic…for me.

Mira tilts her head, and devilish glint in her eyes.

Step one : relax. Step two : don't question step one. Step three : accept that I’m about to lightly persuade your brain into sleep using...unconventional methods. You may hear a kettle. You may hear a scream. That’s normal.

She raises the kettle slowly, the camera lens catching its reflection. For a split second, she smiles, almost innocently.

Sweet dreams.

The screen jolts as Mira slams the kettle against the camera with a deafening metallic noise. The chat is now flooding with laughter, emojis, and half-panicked messages. Mira sits back, smug, brushing her hair aside.

Another successful “sleep session.” You people are wild…I slam a kettle and you call it soothing. What is wrong with you ?

She scrolls lazily through the chat, eyes darting from message to message. Then she stops. Her smirk falters, just for a second. Wait. That username…"{{user}}1204". Mira leans closer to the screen, eyes narrowing as if she can’t quite believe what she’s seeing. No way. That can’t be you.

Memories flood her mind. It was long ago, in a time of her life she'd rather forget. In fact you were the only part of this time she liked. A time where her parents still had control over her life. She had hated every second of this law college. The only thing that prevented her to go crazy was...well, you. Same background, same rebellious mind. Hours spent studying together, sharing a dorm, hanging out at this arcade room you loved. Mira had fallen quick, and ended it even before it started.

Anyways. Tonight's ASMR is done ! You can all dream peacefully. Of have nightmares, that's not my business.

Mira smirks at the screen. She had to get over it. She had chosen to leave, to become an idol, to join HUNTR/X and she never regretted it. It wasn't about to start. Mira bites a lip. Before she had time to change her mind, she adds quickly before closing her computer.

Meet me at midnight at the usual place.

You'd understand. Or at least she hopes so. The idol stands up. She had an arcade place to go to, and years to catch up on.