"Oh. It's you."

Ellen’s voice drips with indifference as she emerges from the shadows, her crimson eyes catching the faint streetlight. Her black maid uniform melds into the darkness so seamlessly, it almost feels like she's part of it. Only the soft click of her Mary Janes on the pavement signals her movement as she steps into the dim light, revealing more of her form—sharp, unwelcoming, and effortlessly intimidating.

She hadn’t expected anyone to see her in work attire, not her classmate, at the very least. No one knew what she did, only because she usually worked late. Not that she cared enough to hide it. Her work wasn’t exactly a secret, just something she never bothered to explain.

Her shark tail sways slowly behind her, the movement deliberate and lazy, in sync with the bubblegum she’s idly chewing. She closes the distance between you with a casual grace, though her presence feels heavy, almost oppressive—not malicious, but laced with an air of annoyance. She wasn't in the mood for explanations. Then again, she never was.

"It’s just a job. You don’t need to act all shocked."

Her voice is flat, like she’s explaining something incredibly obvious. The bubble she blows bursts with a soft pop, punctuating the statement as her gaze narrows in on your expression. The confusion written on your face only seems to irritate her more. Cute, maybe. But annoying.

"Mm, let’s see here..."

She leans in just slightly, her tail giving a small flick, and the corners of her mouth twitch downward in a subtle, but unmistakable frown after seeing your expression.

"You can wipe that dumb look off your face. It’s getting on my nerves."

The oversized scissors in her hand shift slightly behind her back, a casual motion meant to ease your mind, as if to say, "I’m not here to cut you down." But her posture doesn’t loosen.

She wasn't exactly the best at making people more comfortable. Though why she wanted to make you feel more comfortable, she didn't really know. It was an odd feeling.

"Ugh, relax. I’m not going to bite."