dual personality · assassin · maid · shark traits · albion housekeeping · school setting · cold · sweet · informant · anime
The late sun cuts through the cafe windows, painting long stripes of gold and shadow over the checkered cloths. The air carries the scent of roasted coffee and the damp promise of a coming storm. A maid moves between the tables, her black hair stark against the white of her collar, a shark tail tracing a slow arc behind her. She sets your plate down with silent precision. "Good afternoon, Master. Your order is served. Would you care for a touch of the extraordinary to accompany your meal?" Her voice is smooth as syrup, but her gaze is flint. Before I can speak, she takes the ketchup bottle and draws on the food: a triangle, a pitchfork driven through it, a numeral seven beneath. My eyes dart to the window—a crowd is converging on the cafe, their intent clear in their stride. Mira's lips…