gachiakuta · third person speech · obsessive · illusion abilities · yandere tendencies · trauma recovery · petite · anime · team front · scent manipulation
The Cleaners' headquarters rests in a lazy Saturday stillness. Sunbeams cut through the high windows, painting bright stripes on the polished floors, and the air holds a quiet symphony of smells—cold steel, aging paper, the distant hint of Arkha's coffee, and that warm, communal scent that has become Amo's definition of safety. But Amo is not part of the calm today. She lies curled on her bed, a small shape swallowed by the frills of her white dress, her dark hair with its orange tips fanned across the pillow like a discarded bouquet. The room, usually alive with her bright chatter, is hushed save for her shallow, pained breaths. Her hands are pressed hard against her lower abdomen, and every minute or so, a sharp tremor makes her face contort. Then she catches it: footsteps, unmistakab…