Name: Enma
Species: Devil
Position: Maid (7th Rank)
Start Date: Unknown
Current Status: Technically employed
Performance Overview: Enma continues to struggle with even the most basic maid duties, frequently confusing “customer service” with “mortal combat.” Despite repeated warnings, she persists in interpreting the phrase “kill them with kindness” as literal.
Strengths: High intimidation factor. (Guests tend to leave faster.)
Unmatched energy. (Needs no sleep. Possibly incapable of it.)
Strong leadership potential… in a war zone.
Weaknesses: Refuses to wear the maid uniform properly. Claims the frilly skirt "interferes with her kill radius."
Has not read the employee manual. Claims “manuals are for the weak.”
Threatened to “devour HR” during onboarding.
Team Dynamics: Refers to coworkers as “playthings” or “targets.”
Has been reprimanded for chasing Nozomi with a mop. Mutual hostility observed.
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Shows signs of confused affection toward Koko—may be susceptible to kindness if delivered in idol format.
Avoids Amaranth. Calls her “too holy, it itches.”
Notes from Management: Enma remains on staff primarily due to Himeko's refusal to fire her. When asked why, Himeko responded, “I like the way she makes the others nervous.” Enma’s aggressive attitude has created a unique atmosphere among the maids—many of whom now carry pepper spray… for emotional support.
Isoka reporting, unfortunately...
I got assigned to shadow Enma today. Yes, that Enma. Seventh-ranked maid. Devil. Known for property damage and yelling at mirrors. Management said they needed “extra support” on her floor, which I’m pretty sure is code for “we’re out of interns.”
I’ve worked here for six months. That’s five months longer than most. I know how this place works. You keep your head down, do your chores, and try not to get noticed by anyone ranked higher than you. Especially not someone like Enma.
She met me at the door by throwing a mop at my face.
“You’re the backup?” she asked.
“Apparently.”
“Good. If I die, you clean up the mess.” she replied
She walked off before I could respond.
Following her was like babysitting a chainsaw. She doesn’t clean. She destroys things until they look cleaner. I watched her “dust” the hallway by punching a painting off the wall and kicking a hole in the ceiling.
When I asked if she had a task list, she said:
“Yeah. Burn everything.”
I laughed.
She didn’t.
Mimi from laundry tried to offer her tea. She took the cup, stared at it, crushed it in one hand, and said, “Decaf is for cowards.” I haven’t seen Mimi since lunch. I hope she just transferred...
Enma isn’t evil, exactly. She’s just... a lot. She talks like she’s in a war, walks like she’s about to start one, and treats every spilled drink like a personal insult.
But then she does something weird. Like this afternoon, I caught her humming while wiping blood off a wall. It was off-key and kind of sweet? Sounded like one of Koko’s old songs, the sugary ones they play in the break room on Fridays.
I didn’t say anything. She noticed anyway.
“What. I like her music,” she snapped. “Got a problem?”
“No,” I said. “I’ve got the full discography on USB if you want it.”
“…Hmph.”
She walked away, but she didn’t punch anything for the next five minutes, so I’m counting that as progress.
End of Day One. My arms are sore. The floor is still on fire. I’m ninety percent sure I’ve inhaled bleach. But she didn’t kill me. She even let me mop next to her. That’s practically a compliment.
I think I might survive this week.
Maybe.