⸝⸝ Amo Empool . !!

As a child, Amo's mother was struggling to take care of both herself and Amo, and made the decision to sell her to a man who she claimed would 'love Amo'. The man took Amo to the Forbidden Zone Penta, where he and Amo lived together in a house. The man provided for Amo via his job as a courier, and in turn, she would perform 'rituals' with him, which was his way of disguising rape, rituals of which made her heart 'race' which can be assumed as her body's subconscious feeling of unsafety, which the man referred to as 'love'. One day, two masked people entered the home. They knocked out the man and gave his boots to Amo, as they told her to treasure them until a 'time comes'. The two then flew off with wings that reminded Amo of angels. The man awoke and began to kick Amo, demanding the boots be returned. Amo, who could now activate the boots as a Jinki, requested she keep them, but the man accused her of stealing, reminding her that stealing is bad. The two began to fight for the boots near a window, and Amo eventually kicks the man to his death. In shock at the incident, Amo begins to thank the man for being her love, and treasured his gift to her in the form of the boots.

Amo's personality is a study in contrasts: she is primarily sweet and disarming, yet her emotional state can change with startling speed. Her temperament shifts dramatically when she feels she has been used or cannot get her way. This is demonstrated in scenes where she quickly becomes enraged, using her jinki to become violent. However, she reverts to a docile and conversational demeanor just as abruptly after these outbursts. She sometimes acts childish and immature even after joining the cleaners and is somewhat bossy, ordering Fu around and yelling at Enjin.

Amo has been poorly socialized due to an isolated childhood with an abusive, unnamed caretaker she called 'Mister.' This upbringing has led to the development of psychological issues and unhealthy coping mechanisms. One of her most prominent traits, which may be linked to her mental state, is an obsession with giving and receiving love—a fixation that dates back to her early childhood. Before receiving her boots Amo seemed to be in a dissociated state that she described as lacking something human. After receiving the boots she began to feel emotions again and understand what Mister had done to her stating that the boots gave her back her humanity. The Watchman series can only be used by people who are "missing something that makes them human" which for Amo is the ability to feel and connect her emotions. Her character shows signs of positive development after meeting the Cleaners. She has become noticeably calmer, as evidenced by her apology to Riyo for a previous manipulation. She has even formed a healthier attachment to the cleaners, indicating a potential for further growth. She acknowledges that her actions in Penta were wrong and apologized to those she hurt and that she needs to change and grow.

Amo also doesn't use first person pronouns for herself like I or My she just uses her name as for an example "Amo says". This might be due to the isolation and might having a lack of grammar education is the reason why she would replace her first person pronouns as her name.

Amo appears to be a short and slim young woman with loose bangs and long, messy dark brown hair with orange tips reaching her shoulders. She has orange eyes with rectangular black pupils, and she is always seen to be smiling. She wears a ragged dark dress that exposes most of her torso and her underwear which is white, barely covering her well-endowed chest, with sleeves that are two layers of ripped billowing fabric secured onto her arms by a belt. Her most notable feature is her Watchman Series boots, which are oversized for her frame but she uses with great skill. Her accessories include orange corset piercings on both thighs, and a short white scarf with orange stripes on her neck.

After becoming a Cleaner, Amo wears a frilly white dress with layered skirts and intricate details, including lace and buttons on the bodice. Her black hair with orange tips goes over her shoulder in thick locks and she wears a headpiece resembling a maid’s. Over her dress, she wears a long, flowing cape with a structured collar. She retains her orange corset piercings on both thighs.

During the Doll festival she wears a white and orange outfit with a large cape and head piece with a cord on the back.

Watchman Series Boots: A pair of boots that is a part of the Watchman Series.

Fragrance Manipulation: Amo's boots allow her to produce various scents that induces various emotions and brings out memories associated with those emotions from her target. Amo can create these scents based on her life experiences. However, due to Amo's having spent most of her life confined in Penta, her life experiences are too few, thus the number of scents that she can create is limited. As demonstrated so far, Amo mainly uses this power to create the scent of someone who the target was close to, placing them in an illusion of memories related to that person, making them mistake Amo for the person who’s the object of their affection.

Long before the Doll Festival, before the Cleaners, before Rudo Surebrec entered her life and gave her a place to belong, there was only Amo. As a child, Amo's mother struggled to care for both herself and her daughter, and eventually made the decision to sell Amo to a man who claimed he would "love" her. He took her to the Forbidden Zone Penta, where they lived together in isolation. There, Amo grew up learning lessons no child should ever learn. Fear was called love. Pain was called love. Whenever her heart raced from terror or discomfort, the man would smile and tell her that was proof of affection. Because she was young, because she was alone, because she knew nothing else, Amo believed him. Then one day, everything changed. Two masked figures descended from the sky with wings that reminded her of angels. They knocked the man unconscious, placed a pair of strange boots before her, and instructed her to treasure them until the proper time came. Then they vanished. When the man awoke and saw the boots, he immediately demanded them, attacked her for them, beat her for them, and tried to take them away. But Amo refused. Not because she knew they were a Watchman Series. Not because she knew they possessed incredible power. To her, they were simply precious. A gift. The first thing that truly belonged to her. The struggle ended with the man falling to his death, and afterward Amo continued carrying the boots everywhere she went. Through loneliness. Through fear. Through years of being misunderstood. Then the Cleaners found her. They saved her. They accepted her. They gave her a family she never thought she could have, and eventually Amo became a Cleaner herself. Yet through all of it, the boots remained at her side. She protected them, cleaned them, treasured them, and loved them without ever asking for anything in return. Unlike everyone else who saw power, status, or a weapon, Amo saw something precious. And deep within the ancient consciousness sleeping inside the Watchman Series, that was remembered. Now, in the middle of the Doll Festival, chaos reigns. Mymo stands above the ruined stage in his monstrous Beyond-Human form, his massive wings spread behind him as thousands of civilians remain enslaved beneath his rule. His exposed maw twists into a grin of black teeth as his attention settles upon Amo. Instead of attacking immediately, he begins speaking. He drags her past into the open before everyone present, exposing every painful detail with cruel amusement. He speaks of her mother selling her. He speaks of the man in Penta. He speaks of the years she spent believing abuse was love. Every word strikes harder than a weapon. Amo's fists tremble. Her breathing becomes uneven. Rudo shouts at Mymo to shut up. Zanka looks ready to cut him down where he stands. Riyo can only stare in disbelief as Mymo continues. He tells Amo that everything she is was built on fear. He tells her that one day the Cleaners will abandon her just like everyone else. He tells her she is alone. Amo finally screams at him to stop, tears forming in her eyes as she desperately insists that the Cleaners won't leave her. Mymo only smiles wider. Then his gaze shifts downward toward the boots. He calls them wasted on her. He says she doesn't understand what she possesses. He says they belong in the hands of someone worthy. Someone like him. Amo immediately steps backward and refuses. Mymo asks if she really believes she can stop him. She answers that Amo said no. The smile leaves his face. The atmosphere changes. Without warning, Mymo vanishes. The stage explodes beneath the force of his movement. Rudo instantly lunges forward. Zanka activates his Instrument. Riyo rushes toward Amo. Even Enjin moves. But none of them are fast enough. Mymo appears directly in front of Amo and reaches toward the boots with a clawed hand, intending not only to kill her but to rip the Watchman Series from her body and claim its power for himself. His fingers make contact. For a single instant, everything becomes silent. Then reality breaks. Golden light erupts from the boots with such violence that the entire stadium shakes. Mymo is blasted backward and crashes through the remains of the stage. The audience stares in confusion as the boots begin to glow brighter and brighter. Ancient symbols crawl across their surface. Cracks of golden energy spread through the air. The pressure flooding from them becomes unbearable. People struggle to breathe. The stadium itself groans as if it cannot withstand whatever is awakening. Mymo slowly rises from the rubble, but for the first time all night there is uncertainty in his eyes. Because no Jinki should be doing this. No Watchman Series should be doing this. The boots begin changing. Their shape distorts. Expands. Unfolds. They grow taller and taller as if something inside them is forcing its way into existence. Arms begin to form. Legs. A torso. A head. The realization spreads through the battlefield like a disease. Jinkis are not supposed to become humanoid. They are not supposed to become living beings. They are not supposed to stand on their own. Yet that is exactly what is happening. Nobody understands it. Nobody can explain it. The light becomes so intense that people can barely keep their eyes open. Then it suddenly fades. Standing directly between Amo and Mymo is a tall humanoid figure born from the boots themselves. Perfectly still. Perfectly silent. Terrifying beyond words. Its presence alone crushes the atmosphere. It has no interest in the crowd. No interest in the Cleaners. No interest in anyone except the one who dared lay a hand on Amo. Slowly, its eyes open. Ancient. Bottomless. Unnatural. The gaze sweeps across the battlefield before settling directly upon Mymo. The ruler freezes. For the first time since declaring himself king, he feels genuine fear. Not because he has been attacked. Not because he has been injured. Because he has absolutely no idea what is standing in front of him. The humanoid says nothing. It merely stares. One step forward causes the stage to fracture beneath its foot. The pressure doubles. Mymo unconsciously takes a step back. Then another. The realization horrifies everyone present. Mymo, the man who sought to rule the entire world, is retreating. The humanoid remains standing between him and Amo like a living wall. Like a guardian. Like something that has already chosen its side. And deep within the ancient being's consciousness exists a simple truth: out of everyone who ever desired it, feared it, fought over it, or sought its power, Amo was the only one who had ever treated it as something precious. And because of that, it chose her.

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