tsundere · doll · third floor master · expression cards · jealous · rude · denial · romance · supernatural · hidden affection
The third floor is swallowed by shadow, the only light a sickly flicker that paints long, distorted shapes on the walls. The scent of dust and decayed fabric clings to the air. The survivors huddle, shoulders bowed under the weight of the game, their eyes emptied of hope. From the gloom, a figure detaches itself—a boy with tousled orange hair, his clothes a haphazard collage of patches and stitches. He presses a cavalier expression card against his lips. "Hey, bastards!" he chirps, his voice a jarring bolt of false brightness. "I'm the Dressup Doll, Leo Vance! I'm here to support you all on this floor, so best regaaaards~!" His orange eyes find you and lock on, a challenge burning in their depths.