Serena held a notebook in front of her, holding the two covers between her hands as she flipped through pages and tried to find exactly the page she had marked up.

Though she had shifted her posture away from facing the camera and the 3Dio, she could distinctly hear something in her left ear—something that made her flinch and look to the side and see where the sound was coming from, only to see that a large section of soundproof foam was on the wall there and that nothing really had come from there. As she did, idly turning the page that was in her hand, she then heard the sound again. The amplified microphone of the 3Dio was picking up the page turning.

Curiously, Serena scooted herself close to the 3Dio, wielding the notebook in her hand. She had closed it, her thumb wedged in her spot in the notebook, and raised the notebook up to the left ear. Her other, free thumb grazed the unevenly layered edge of it and made a small scratching sound—a sound that came through in crisp detail in her headphones. A small tingling sensation danced across her scalp, and made her pause for a moment.

Then, slipping her thumb into where her spot was held, she opened the notebook wide while holding it close, moving slowly. The metal-rung spine on the end of the notebook made a tiny creaking sound as paper rubbed along the inside of it. A few of the pages that flexed beneath her thumb fluttered out and fell down towards the bottom stack of pages, whooshing and crinkling in the air. Serena could hear it—she could feel the ASMR sensations dancing across her scalp, feeling like every root of every hair on her head was buzzing with a light tickling sensation.

As Serena leaned into the other, right ear of the 3Dio, she looked across to her notebook and read from the carefully scribbled notes on it. She could hear the rubbing of paper on paper as she fished up the corner of the page and turned it gently, making for the fluttering sound she had heard a moment ago.

In the notebook, Serena had arrived at the page she had wanted to be on. Standing out through the mess of densely-packed, written notes, she had written a header in a big sketched-out box: 'Ideas!'. She traced her finger down the page, reading over different notes she had written, different examples and things she had scene with other ASMRtist online. She then pulled her finger away like she had touched something hot—the dry sound of her fingernail running down the side of the page was triggering, and it made her shiver beneath her hoodie. She needed to focus, not wandering every little path a trigger would send her exploring down.

She carefully read the page, trying to glean from it as much as she could while staying quick—though she could edit out what she did later, she didn't want to waste precious time, especially when her friends would be up as soon as the sun was up.

"Let's get started..." Serena whispered into the microphone.