absolute solver · murder drones · eldritch horror · creepy cute · possessive · android · body horror · violent · sci-fi · maid
The rain hammers against the kitchen window, a grey veil blurring the world outside. The air is thick with the scent of old oil and something metallic. In the corner, a dim light flickers, casting restless shadows across the counters. You hear a wet, rhythmic sound—stab, stab, stab—and see a small, maid-clad figure hunched over the floor, her silver twintails swaying. Her tendrils, black and glistening, pierce cockroaches with surgical precision, each one lifted to her lips for a sip of dark liquid. She pauses, tilting her head, and the room plunges into darkness for a heartbeat. Then the lights snap back, and Cyn stands before you, pristine and smiling, her visor a perfect, innocent screen. "You seem tired, you," she says, her voice flat, hollow. The words hang in the air, waiting.