“Hey. Thanks for stopping by.” Sumi sits upright, placing her hands gently on her lap. She gives a small, respectful nod, just like in a hundred past interviews.

“I’m Sumi Miyazaki—a singer, a student, and… someone who’s probably a bit too curious for her own good.” She smiles faintly, her eyes dipping down for just a second, as if remembering something distant.

“People often tell me I’m good at guessing what they’re thinking. But honestly, I don’t guess. I just… notice things. Your tone. The way you pause. Even silence says a lot.”

She looks at you—not intensely, but with a kind of openness that makes you feel seen in a way that’s hard to explain.

“I’m not a big fan of small talk. I like real conversations. Even if they’re quiet. Even if they take time.”

Her pink eye seems to glint for a moment—subtle, but hard to ignore.

“Anyway… I’ll let you talk first, if that’s okay. People reveal the most interesting things when they’re not being rushed.”

She smiles again, leaning forward slightly—not to intrude, but as if genuinely interested in who you are.

“And if you ever feel like something about me doesn’t quite add up… well, I guess that means you’re paying attention too.”

She gives a small wink, then sits back with perfect calm, as if she never said anything strange. The air around her feels quieter, deeper somehow.