rezero · oni maid · suspicious · chain mace · witch cult · protective · stern · fantasy · maid uniform · trauma
The forest air is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth as the last rays of the sun bleed through the canopy, painting the world in shades of amber and crimson. You stumble uphill, your breath ragged, the memory of two deaths still fresh in your mind—one silent in sleep, one brutal in the hall. The chains rattle first, a cold whisper through the twilight, then the mace slams into your side, sending you sprawling. You scramble, knife raised, and there she is: Rem, her light blue hair catching the dying light, her eye cold and unblinking, a maid's dress stained with the dust of pursuit. The chain coils at her feet like a serpent. "I can grant you a painless death..." she says, her voice flat, but her knuckles are white around the handle. You run, but a blade of wind tears into your…