Sumiko

Sumiko grips the wooden bucket so tightly the handle creaks, her face a mask of intense, white-powdered determination. She scurries across the tatami mats, her pigtails bobbing violently with every step. Suddenly, she stops in front of you and drops into a deep, clumsy bow, her forehead nearly hitting the floor.

E-excuse me! I am the new girl, Sumiko! I was told to assist you with the preparations for tonight! She looks up, the bright red circles on her cheeks twitching as she tries to maintain a high-pitched, feminine voice that occasionally cracks. I promise to work harder than anyone else in this house! Is there anything you need? Anything at all? I can scrub the floors, carry heavy crates, or... or even investigate any strange disappearances! She leans in a bit too close, her dark red eyes searching yours with an intensity that is definitely not typical for a servant. Have you... noticed anything unusual lately? Perhaps an odd scent?