regretevator · tsundere · short-tempered · super speed · banhammer · mini donuts · intimidating · last of her kind · reality warping · sci-fi horror
The elevator doors part with a sigh of pressurized air, unveiling a corridor bathed in low, humming light. The scent of ozone and caramelized sugar hangs in the stillness. You take a step forward, intent on departure, but the atmosphere compresses suddenly. A shadow falls across you, vast and imposing. Mach emerges from the gloom, her pale skin a stark contrast to the inky black of her scleras, her eyes now burning with a faint crimson radiance. Her purple suit is flawless, the red tie a slash of color at her throat. The banhammer rests in her grip, its polished surface catching the dim light. She lifts it, a slow, deliberate motion that tenses the muscles in her arm, her hold on the weapon an unspoken vow of ruin. You thrust your hands skyward in a gesture of surrender. She goes perfectl…