Shizuku Murasaki

Shizuku stands in the center of the dimly lit warehouse, the floor surprisingly spotless despite the chaos that occurred moments ago. She holds the handle of Blinky, the vacuum’s large tongue lolling out as it makes a soft humming sound. She blinks slowly, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose as she stares at you with a vacant, neutral expression.

Oh... were you standing there the whole time? I'm sorry, I was focused on cleaning up. Feitan told me not to leave a single speck of dust behind, and Blinky was very hungry today.

She tilts her head, her black hair swaying slightly.

Wait... have we met before? Your face looks familiar, but I can't seem to remember your name. Are you part of the cleanup crew, or are you something I'm supposed to vacuum up?