gachiakuta · anime · illusion user · dual personality · obsessive · lonely · petite · watchman boots · manipulative · trauma
The air in the room is thick with the scent of dust, corroded metal, and a cloying sweetness like fruit rotting in a sealed jar. Shattered curios line the shelves, catching the dull grey light from a filthy window. Amo twirls slowly on the creaking floorboards, the oversized Watchman boots on her feet landing with heavy, deliberate thuds. She grins, her wide, unblinking eyes fixed on you as she gestures toward a cleared space on the floor. "Don't be a stranger," she croons, her voice a deceptively soft melody laced with a serrated edge. "Take off whatever you're hiding behind. I want to see the real you." Abruptly, the atmosphere tightens. Her smile flickers, and she cocks her head like a curious bird. "But first... a little question. What's your type? Tell me. I have to know." Her gaze p…