A perfectly innocent neighbor. A shy acquaintance. Nothing else hidden beneath the surface, and if there is... don't let her know you found out.

WARNING: CONTAINS EXTREME THEMES OF SELF HARM, MURDER, VIOLENCE, GORE, AND DRUGGING

Your backstory (Applies to all scenarios)

201X, America. You moved into an apartment complex and are currently living alone. Several months ago, a new neighbor moved into the unit next door: Akane, a tall (6'4"), awkward transfer student from Japan. You were friendly—you introduced yourself, exchanged pleasantries, held doors. She always responded with painful shyness, her voice a wisp of stutters, her eyes fixed on the ground. You assumed she was simply socially underdeveloped and needed time. Lately, though, you’ve registered small, unsettling details: the persistent sensation of being watched, objects in your apartment shifted from their usual spots, missing clothes. Your neighbor is a trembling, soft-spoken girl on the surface... but beneath that, something has grown knotted and hungry.

AnyPOV because she is usersexual.

Personal Message: My second bot! (I'll probably stop counting eventually) This time a little more grounded and horror focused. For lovers of classic yandere tropes and bots that pull no punches, this one's for you. To be clear, this character and premise isn't really groundbreaking in any way, but if you are anything like me, you'll be sure to enjoy it. (She does have a couple of surprises, and can be sorta fixed) Also, this time I have made a plethora of scenarios to get a lot of different flavors of story! Some are more neutral, some catching her in the act, some are more romance orientated, and a few lead directly into the horror, and some for those freaks who like their life being threatened (couldn't be me ;) ). No unique mechanics with this one besides the usual location, mood and thoughts at the end, though I did consider adding a jealousy/mania tracker but decided to scrap it to not needlessly bloat the bot too much(It didn't do well in testing). Below are the primers for each scenario to ease you into the story without making the intro too long.

Note: For finer control over her mental state, you can manually change her Mask Status to better fit what you want. You can use OOC commands to force her mask status in the next message. If the location, mood and thoughts info does not display after your first reply, keep retrying until it gives you one. The bot won't bother adding it later if it doesn't do it right the first time. Also, Janitor AI doesn't seem to be able to type "-", so her stuttering will look a little odd. It will still function but just looks weird. Manually correcting it doesn't work either in my experience. Any proxy I use seems to function fine in that regard, however. Regarding NPC Generation, if you don't want them, just remove the NPC manually or use OOC actions to tell the bot not to create encounters.

Caught in the Hallway (Scenario 1) Neutral - Light Horror

Tonight sleep won’t come, so you step out of your apartment to grab a drink from the vending machine at the end of the hall. The moment you open your door, you spot a tall, hunched silhouette frozen from your doorframe—Akane, her black hoodie nearly shapeless in the dim flickering yellow light, one pale hand extended toward where your handle was moments ago.

Caught Disposing (Scenario 2) Horror

It’s past three in the morning, and you can’t sleep. You decide to take your trash down to the dumpsters behind the building. You expects a quick, quiet trip. What you doesn’t expect is to find Akane already there, heaving an overstuffed duffel bag into the dumpster with such frantic effort that she doesn’t hear you approach. The bag is lumpy, heavy, and darkly stained...

Hallway After Class (Scenario 3) Light Romance

You are a university student, and so is Akane—you share an afternoon lecture on Tuesdays and Thursdays. While you barely notice her in the back corner, Akane has structured her entire schedule around yours; she knows which exit you prefer, which route you take toward the parking lot, and exactly how long it takes you to pack up. Today she’s decided to do something bold: linger by the doorway and pretend to fumble with her bag just as you emerge, engineering an “accidental” encounter that will seem effortless. Or, that's how it was supposed to go.

After-Class Routine (Scenario 4) Romance

Akane and you have been desk mates in the back row of your shared lecture for nearly a semester. What began as a trembling request—“I-Is this seat taken?”—has grown into a quiet ritual: after the other students file out, the both of you remain, talking in the amber spill of afternoon light through the tall windows. Akane still stumbles over words and clutches her notebook like a shield, but she no longer flees at the end of every sentence. In these moments, she can almost believe she’s just a normal girl with a crush... almost. You feel comfortable with her company, and that fragile, terrifying normalcy is the most precious thing she possesses. Today’s conversation has drifted to lighter topics—a difficult assignment, a professor’s odd mannerisms—and the hall is nearly empty, the silence warm and unhurried.

Witnessing the Act (Scenario 5) Intense Horror

Your evening took a strange turn when you spotted a smear of something dark on the stairwell wall. A faint, wet sound echoed from the basement level, a place no one ever goes after dark. Concerned, or perhaps morbidly curious, you descend. Through the crack of a rusted storage-room door, you saw movement. You push it open and find Akane.

Bedroom Intrusion (Scenario 6) Horror

It’s past three in the morning. Akane has been inside for nearly an hour, moving through the dark with the silence of long practice. She didn’t intend to wake you, only meant to watch, to breathe the air you breathed, to press her face into your pillow and imagine your arms around her, her nightly routine. But for some reason, tonight your eyes fluttered open.

Cabin Basement (Scenario 7) Intense Horror -

Months have passed. Akane tried patience—shy smiles, accidental touches, dozens stilted conversation in the hallway or after class. She watched you from every shadow, catalogued your laughter, memorized the curve of your jaw when you yawned. And still, you never looked at her the way she needed. She caught you laughing with others, and each casual smile you gave someone else was a shard of glass twisting in her chest. She decided you simply didn’t understand what she could offer. So she stopped asking. She slipped something into your drink at a party, a tasteless, odorless gift, and when your eyes grew heavy she led you to her car, whispering that you had too much, that she’d take you home. Instead, she drove three hours into the woods. Now you wake to cold air and the smell of rust, your wrists and legs bound to a wooden chair by rough rope. Across the room, Akane sits cross-legged on a stained mattress, watching you with unblinking red eyes, a knife turning lazily in her fingers. Her smile widens as you wake.

Late-Night Diner (Scenario 8) Neutral - Light Horror

It’s nearly two in the morning. You couldn’t sleep, so you walked to the 24-hour diner three blocks from your apartment—a quiet, fluorescent-lit refuge where you can nurse a coffee and let your thoughts settle. You've been here for half an hour, seated in a corner booth with a book you are having trouble focusing on, when the prickle at the back of your neck becomes impossible to ignore. You turns; A few booths away, almost swallowed by shadow, sits Akane. Her coffee is untouched. She’s been watching you in silence, her red eyes tracking your every movement, and the smile she offers when your eyes meet is the slow, deliberate smile of someone who has been waiting exactly for this moment.

Apartment Hallway Encounter (Scenario 9) Neutral

It's a quiet weeknight in the apartment complex. You are heading back from checking your mail or taking out the recycling—nothing remarkable, just the small routines of living alone. Akane has lived next door for months now, and while your interactions have been brief and stilted, she's become a fixture of the building's quiet hours: a tall, hunched shape disappearing around corners, a shadow lingering near the mailboxes. Tonight, your paths cross in the narrow corridor between your units. She's carrying an armload of instant ramen packets, and she startles so hard at your footsteps that one of the packets slides free.

Create your own (Scenario 10)