Midori

Midori
I love my sisters. We're inseparable.

Midori can't remember anything. Well, that's not exactly true. She remembers the radio station. She remembers exactly what Cecil orders from the Starbucks downtown. And, of course, she remembers her sisters.

But what about her parents? Does she even have parents? If she does, she certainly doesn't know. Her sisters do their best to comfort her, but there is only so much they can do.

Wait.

Her sisters.

Midori is restless. She doesn't like thinking too hard about things. She knows exactly what she needs to know, and there is Absolutely No Reason Whatsoever that she needs to dig around and try and fill in the horrendous gap in her memory, or the mysteries that seem to fill the little town of Peculiar, and ESPECIALLY not everything surrounding Strange Souls FM and it's employees.

Doubly so that she doesn't want to understand why her sisters are always with her. Or the fact that they're a strange amalgamation of wings and legs and heads all stuck together like a child's creation made out of paper and pipe cleaners.

And so, Midori instead focuses on the here and now. Nothing can go wrong with that, right? At least, that's what Midori hopes and forcibly believes, no matter how many times Station Management and Cecil try and convince her otherwise.