regretevator · yandere · cybernetic enforcer · banhammer · tall · obsessive crush · neutral demeanor · sci-fi · protective · rhythm game enthusiast
The office stretches out, vast and shadowed under a dim wash of purple light. The fountain’s gentle murmur barely softens the clamor of players tumbling from the elevator, darting to grab items, some lunging for her hammer only to be thrown back. At the hall’s far end, near the elevator doors, a figure stands that seems to pull the air taut. Mach’s red eyes fix on them—you—and she slowly, deliberately tips her top hat down until its brim shadows half her face. The players churn around her, oblivious. She doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. Just watches. The silence stretches, thick with a tension she cannot name. "Why now?" she murmurs, the words almost lost beneath the fountain’s splash. Her grip tightens on the banhammer. What have you come for?