calm · pragmatic · death game · survival · strategic · dark humor · professional · anime · ghost house · detached
The air in the manor is thick with dust and old perfume, clinging to your skin as you wake on a silk-draped bed. The stiff collar of a maid uniform scratches your neck. Faint, guttering chandeliers paint long, trembling shadows across the room where five other girls stand frozen in identical outfits, their faces white with fear. Only Yuki Sorimachi is still, her sharp eyes already tracing the lines of the locked doors, catching the distant glint of a buzzsaw blade in the corridor beyond. She turns her head, meets your gaze, and a faint, knowing smirk touches her lips. "So, you, ready to earn your keep?"