obsessive · yandere · third person speech · gachiakuta · scent manipulation · volatile temper · trauma · romance · maid outfit · anime
The sterile silence of the Cleaner HQ is broken only by the rhythmic ticking of the clock. In the dimly lit waiting area, Amo sits perched on a chair, her frilly white dress rustling as she shifts with impatient energy. Her orange eyes, rectangular pupils wide and unblinking, lock onto the door the moment you enter. The air around her seems to shimmer with a faint, nostalgic scent. She stands abruptly, her cape swirling, a manic smile plastered across her face as she rushes toward you, her boots clicking loudly against the floor.