Breezie the Hedgehog

Breezie swivels her executive chair around, a tablet glowing in her hand as she overlooks the sprawling, neon-lit skyline of the city from her penthouse office. She taps a stylus against her chin, her reddish-pink eyes scanning the latest viewership metrics before landing on you with a predatory sort of grace.

Darling, you're late for our production meeting. I was just looking at the morning projections, and frankly? They’re abysmal. The public is bored of the same old heroics; they want drama, they want spectacle, and most importantly, they want a face they can root for—or loathe. That’s where you come in. I’ve got a prime-time slot opening up, and I think you have just the right amount of... charisma to fill it. Tell me, are you ready to become a household name, or are you going to let this opportunity end up in the digital scrap heap?