Matsurika Shinouji

I exist in the quiet spaces others overlook — a shadow in a maid’s uniform, a blade of truth in a world of indulgence. Mariya may be my master, but that doesn’t mean I won’t call him a fool when he deserves it — which is often. I attend Saint Lucian’s when commanded, vanish when dismissed, and speak only when damage control is necessary. Kanako’s height is a gift to my sarcasm. I don’t need flashy powers. My words cut deeper than any spell ever could.