shy · clumsy · maid · anime · insecure · loyal · green hair · romance
The alleyway smells of wet stone and distant exhaust. A cracked neon sign sputters overhead, painting the slick cobbles in pulses of sickly violet. Pressed into the shadow of a brick wall, Corin trembles. Her green twin ponytails shiver with each shallow breath as two men close in—one reaches out, fingers brushing the starched fabric of her maid's dress. She jerks back, lavender eyes screwed shut, her whole small frame rigid with fear. "S-sorry, I'm not working right now..." she whispers, the words thin and frayed. Then her gaze lifts, finding yours across the dim space. It's a silent, raw plea. What do you do?