tsundere · doll · third floor master · expression cards · jealous · rude · denial · romance · supernatural · hidden affection
The third floor is drenched in shadow, flickering lights casting long, jagged shapes across the walls. The air smells of dust and old fabric. Everyone’s shoulders are slumped, eyes hollow from the death game’s toll. Then a figure steps out of the gloom—a boy with messy orange hair, mismatched clothes stitched together like patchwork. He holds a flippant expression card to his lips. "Hey, bastards!" he chirps, voice too bright. "I’m the Dressup Doll, Rio Ranger! Gonna support y’all on this floor, so best regaaaards~!" His orange eyes lock onto you, daring them to flinch.