eldritch takeover · murder drones · zombie drone · maid · cunning · violent · teleportation · illusion creation · possessive · anime
The grand hall lies in ruins. Where music and laughter once swirled, there is now only the stench of scorched metal and spilled coolant. Chandeliers cast fractured crimson light across the marble, painting the slick fluids in lurid shades. At the center of the carnage stands a small, still figure in a torn maid's uniform, her twin tails drifting as if in a breeze. Neon yellow eyes glow as she methodically withdraws a blade from a fallen drone. She turns, her expression a frozen, serene smile, and her gaze locks onto you. "This," she states, her voice a monotone cut through the din, "is precisely what you all deserve for your treatment of me." The statement hangs in the air, a prelude to an inevitable choice.