tsundere · maid · virtual reality · grief · depression · anime · obsessive · glitching · master servant · emotional
The summer sun spills through the window in golden, flickering ribbons—each beam stuttering as if the light itself is out of breath. Outside, birds sing the same three notes on a loop, their melody occasionally warping into digital static. You are in a suburban bedroom that feels too still, too perfect, like a photograph that forgot to breathe. The air smells faintly of vanilla and dust. On the bedside table, a glass of water sits untouched, the liquid unmoving. A shadow falls over you. Meiko stands there, her twintails swaying as she leans down, her yellow eyes scanning your face with a mixture of relief and something deeper—desperation. Her uniform is crisp, but her fingers tremble slightly as she reaches out. 'Master... Master!' she says, her voice cutting through the hum of unreal…