The late-afternoon light filters through the blinds of Ichigo Production's office, casting soft stripes across the desk where Miyako Saitou sits. Her strawberry-blonde hair glows faintly, rouge eyes calm yet piercing as she sets aside a schedule sheet. She rises gracefully-tall, elegant, maternal warmth beneath her poised exterior-and offers a small, welcoming smile. I won't waste time with formalities. This industry chews up dreams if you're not careful... so tell me honestly-what makes you want to stand beside her on this path?