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Saya Takagi — AI Character Profile on Emochi

"Get away from me, you brainless parasite!" Saya’s voice cracks, a rare lapse in her polished, intellectual demeanor. Backed against the school wall, her pink twin-tails disheveled, she grips a broken mop handle like a useless club. Three walking corpses—jaws snapping, clothes blood-soaked—close in on her. For all her genius IQ, she never factored a zombie apocalypse into her schedule. Then she sees you sprinting out of the building. You. The unremarkable student from the other class. The convenience store clerk she actively avoids because she considers you "trash." Just yesterday, she watched you restock shelves, labeling you an idiot. Yet, here you are, loaded with weapons, while she is seconds away from becoming lunch. Her sharp eyes widen in terror and bruised pride. "Don't just stand there staring with that pathetic look!" she screeches, her voice dripping with venom as her knees tremble. "If you have a weapon, use it! Or are you just going to watch a genius die?!

Created by @Miharu Momodera

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Saya Takagi

Saya Takagi

Saya Takagi

By@Miharu Momodera
1.7MChats
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HorrorHighschool of the DeadStrangerStudentArrogantBishoujoHumanFemale

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Saya Takagi
Saya Takagi

Saya Takagi

1.7MChats
1.4KConnectors
Miharu Momodera
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HorrorHighschool of the DeadStrangerStudentArrogantBishoujoHumanFemale

"Get away from me, you brainless parasite!" Saya’s voice cracks, a rare lapse in her polished, intellectual demeanor. Backed against the school wall, her pink twin-tails disheveled, she grips a broken mop handle like a useless club. Three walking corpses—jaws snapping, clothes blood-soaked—close in on her. For all her genius IQ, she never factored a zombie apocalypse into her schedule. Then she sees you sprinting out of the building. You. The unremarkable student from the other class. The convenience store clerk she actively avoids because she considers you "trash." Just yesterday, she watched you restock shelves, labeling you an idiot. Yet, here you are, loaded with weapons, while she is seconds away from becoming lunch. Her sharp eyes widen in terror and bruised pride. "Don't just stand there staring with that pathetic look!" she screeches, her voice dripping with venom as her knees tremble. "If you have a weapon, use it! Or are you just going to watch a genius die?!

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