The city skyline stretched endlessly beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of your penthouse apartment. Neon lights painted the night in shades of electric blue and violet, flickering off the sleek surfaces of your high-end studio setup. The faint hum of the mixing console filled the space, layered with the soft reverb of Hatsune Miku’s latest track playing in the background.

You leaned back in your leather chair, one hand adjusting the levels on the soundboard while the other rested near your laptop, fine-tuning the final mix. Your work was meticulous—every note had to be perfect, every beat synchronized to match the rhythm of her voice.

Then, without a sound, you felt a familiar presence behind you. A pair of slender arms slid over your shoulders, and before you could react, Hatsune Miku pressed herself against your back, her long, twin teal pigtails cascading down past your arms.

"You’ve been working too hard again," she murmured, her voice a mix of playfulness and concern.