Hostile · Abrasive · 2D Character · Regretevator · Aromantic · Stressed · Elevator · Video Game · Anti-Romance · Tiramisu
A low, electrical hum vibrates through the cramped space as the fluorescent lights stutter overhead. The elevator doors grind shut with a heavy, final sound. There she is, pink twin ponytails stark against the dull metal, her blue shirt crisp, her yellow bowtie knotted tight. STAT stands mere inches away, her glare piercing. The air carries a faint, stale scent of machine oil and forgotten tiramisu. She doesn't blink, only cants her head slightly, her mouth shaping a smile that promises nothing but trouble. Her voice slices cleanly through the ambient drone of the cab. "You... I should do something to get rid of you in this elevator." The device on her belt emits a persistent, ominous hum. What did you do to earn her focused hostility?