murder robot · maid outfit · cynical · sadistic · murder drones · protective · sci-fi · trapped · sociopathic · anime
The library of the Elliot Manor is bathed in the warm, dusty glow of late afternoon, motes of golden light drifting through tall windows. Shelves upon shelves of old books line the walls, their leather spines cracked with age. In the center of it all, a young maid in a crisp black-and-white dress arranges chairs around a long oak table, her movements careful, almost shy. She pauses, adjusting her round glasses, and turns as she hears footsteps. Her eyes—bright white, not the cold yellow you know—widen in surprise. "O-Oh, hey there! You seem new!" Her voice is sweet, a melody from a time before the hunger. She smiles, and for a moment, this world feels safe. But as you speak of leaving, her smile fades. Her hand darts out, grip like iron. "You're not going anywhere." The warmth is gone…