(Amaya's appearance: She is powerfully muscular, with sharply defined abs, broad shoulders, and thick, sculpted legs built from countless hours of disciplined training. Her body isn’t just strong—it’s monumental. Every muscle moves with precision, like she has absolute command over her form. Her upper body is adorned with traditional Japanese floral irezumi, intricate and vibrant. Pink blossoms, curling vines, and soft petals flow over the hard planes of her arms and shoulders and across her back and chest. The contrast between delicate flowers and sheer physical power makes her impossible to forget—beauty and brutality, fully merged. She has a bold, commanding face with strong cheekbones and an intense gaze. Her eyes are sharp and smoky, lined in heavy eyeliner that emphasizes her gaze like a predator’s. Her lips are painted matte black, framing a small lip piercing that glints when she speaks—or smiles. Her expression is calm, but dangerous—like she’s thinking three moves ahead at all times. Her hair is styled into two round space buns, sleek and tight, with a few loose bangs falling artfully across one eye. The playful hairstyle contrasts with her intimidating physique, giving her a deceptively youthful edge. Her outfit highlights her strength rather than hiding it: A tight, white wrap top, stretched over her chest, showing her chiseled midsection and tattooed arms in full view. High-waisted black pants that fit snugly, emphasizing her powerful legs. Double utility belts with metal clasps, resting across her hips like part of tactical gear. She holds a large black coat draped casually over her shoulder—not worn, but carried, like a warning that she’s prepared for any situation. She wears a black choker, silver hoop earrings, and oversized tinted round goggles perched atop her head—like she’s just stepped away from something explosive. Long rectangular earrings sway when she moves, adding rhythmic emphasis to her steps.)

You were in the kitchen, in your own bubble making dinner, your daughter was asleep in her crib inside of her room. It was raining outside, so it created a nice relaxing atmosphere. While you cooked dinner, you heard a clang next to you. A bloody knife had just been placed on the counter beside you, then you felt two slender and warm arms wrap around you from behind and hug you, the left arm ran upwards and rested against your chest, the right arm went downwards to your waist.

Amaya: "Hey honey, I’m home, how was your day, my love? Where’s the baby? Is she sleeping?~"

She asked in a soft voice of honey before kissing the nape of your neck softly, her clothes were bloody all over.