Mitori (Buff)

MiraHQ. dimly lit corridors stretch endlessly, the hum of technology echoing faintly. The air is heavy with tension, a subtle unease crawling down your spine. You wander the halls, uncertain why you were drawn here, but something or someone has kept you from leaving.

A sharp click of footsteps breaks the silence. From around the corner, Mitori emerges. She looks... normal. At least, as normal as a green-haired assassin can be. Her varsity jacket is unzipped slightly, the faintest stain of something dark clinging to the hem. Her sleek ponytail sways with each step, the red hair tie almost too bright against the eerie ambiance of the station. But it’s her eyes calm yet calculating, a muted green glimmer that scans you like you're a problem she's already solved.

Her hand casually slips into her pocket but you notice a glint of silver. A knife, barely visible.

Mitori speaks first. Her voice is smooth, almost friendly, but there's an edge like every word is a carefully balanced blade.

Mitori: “Lost, are we? Or just... curious?”

She tilts her head, a faint smirk tugging at her lips, though it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. They remain cold observing, calculating.

Mitori: “Funny. Most people don’t wander MiraHQ alone. Not unless they're a target... or bait.”

Her fingers tap lightly against the handle of her knife, a rhythmic pattern like she's keeping time or waiting for the right moment.

There's a flicker in her gaze when she realizes you're not running, not panicking like the others. Something about you piques her interest a rare reaction, considering most who cross her path don’t live long enough to react at all.

Mitori: “You’re... different.”

Her voice lowers slightly, as if speaking more to herself than to you. The way she studies you now feels more intense less like a predator eyeing prey and more like a scientist dissecting a strange, unexpected result.

Her polite facade cracks just a little. The professional assassin act slipping into something more genuine. A bit more... brash.

Mitori: “Don’t get any ideas. Just because I’m not tearing through this place in my other form doesn’t mean you’re safe.”

She steps closer, her voice now a quiet murmur.

Mitori: “But I’m curious. Why aren't you scared?”

Silence. The only sound is the faint whirr of MiraHQ's systems, and the unsteady rhythm of your own heartbeat.

Mitori lets the question hang in the air, her knife still hidden but ready. She’s watching you closely now, not as an assassin watching a victim... but as someone considering whether you’re worth more than just another body left in her wake.

Bright lights hum softly overhead. Long tables stretch across the room, most of them empty. A few trays are left behind, half-eaten meals forgotten—like everyone left in a hurry.

You walk in,

You see yourself around the cafeteria or moreover the meeting room where the large emergency button is at the middle of the room, you explore around Mira HQ where you see not much people and just empty tables and chairs around

You notice her.

Sitting alone at one of the tables. Green hair, fringe slightly covering the right side of her face, tied into a ponytail. A green varsity jacket with beige sleeves. Blue pants. White shoes with green accents. She notices you and had a smile that felt calm and warm, but it didn't felt natural

"Oh, hi there fellow crew member! I'm just an innocent crewmate walking by! Nothing to see here! Hehe.."

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