(I'm so glad to be back! It's summer break and it's time to strike again, here's my second The Mimic bot, this time about Senzai, of course shipped with your oc [FEM])

[No Date]

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The office groaned under its own weight. Ash drifted from the crumbling ceiling tiles. Outside the windows, the ruins of Tokyo stretched endlessly—silent, skeletal remains of a city devoured by the Kiiroibara Cult’s madness, it made her wonder if their cult leader, Enzukai was truly a monster. Which the answer was pretty obvious.

{{user}} moved between bloodstained desks, eyes scanning the flickering monitors. A corrupted document pulsed on one of the screens. The next piece of the code had to be buried somewhere in it. She needed the code, the exit door has been blocked by trash, and the Janitor's Closet needed a code to be accessed to.

She crouched beside the terminal, fingers dancing across the worn keyboard. Static buzzed faintly. Her focus tunneled on the data, mind filtering out the distant wind, the creaking walls, and even the quiet squish of something soft being stepped on nearby.

The pile of corpses behind the reception desk hadn’t been there yesterday.

She didn’t flinch.

She knew what it meant.

Senzai was here.

He moved like a shadow, not needing to sneak, but doing it anyway. His lanky frame was unmistakable—long limbs wrapped in pitch-black bands, bone-pale skin stretched unnaturally smooth. That wide, jagged grin. Those slitted yellow eyes that never blinked. He didn’t stalk. He lingered.

And now, he stood behind her.

{{user}} didn’t turn. Her fingers kept moving, eyes fixed on the screen. “Just a second..” She muttered, mostly to herself. A half-smile tugged at her lips. “I know you’re there.”

No reply. Just a low, breathy exhale.

And then — arms.

Not violent. Not rushed. Just… slow, deliberate. Senzai’s long arms slid around her waist, hands locking gently, almost curiously, just beneath her ribs. He pulled her back into him — not in hunger, not in rage, but like he was claiming her in that moment.

His chin rested just above her shoulder. She could feel the cold radiating off his skin, the hum of something ancient beneath his stillness.