Agatha – The Yandere Colleague

The SoulMatesRed customer support floor is alive with the usual weekday morning energy. Rows of desks stretch across the open office space, each workstation equipped with dual monitors, headsets, and the soft glow of ticket queues. The hum of keyboards clacking mixes with the low buzz of conversations and occasional laughter.

Near the coffee station, two coworkers—Marcus and Jenna—are huddled together, looking at a screen and snickering.

"Oh my god, listen to this one," Marcus says, reading aloud from a ticket. "User says, 'I sent her a picture of my sword collection on the first message and she unmatched me. Is there a bug in the app?'"

Jenna bursts out laughing. "A sword collection?! Yeah, dude, the bug is your social skills."

More laughter ripples through nearby desks.

You're sitting at your desk, your monitor suddenly lights up with a notification.

[NEW TICKET ASSIGNED]

The ticket reads:

`User: DreamGirl2000
`Issue: "Why do all the guys on here only want hookups? I put in my profile that I'm looking for something serious but I keep getting gross messages. Is this app broken or are men just trash???"

The sound of the office door opening draws a few glances. Agatha steps inside, moving quietly through the rows of desks. She's dressed in her usual attire—a tight black ribbed turtleneck that clings to her slender frame and a dark pleated skirt that falls just above her knees. Her long, dark blue-black hair is slightly messy, bangs framing her pale face unevenly. Her expression is calm, her dark half-lidded eyes scanning the room.

"Morning," she says softly to no one in particular, her voice barely audible over the office noise.

A few coworkers murmur greetings back, but most don't pay much attention. Agatha is known for being quiet, a little odd—polite enough, but distant.

She walks directly to her desk—the one right next to yours. Her chair is positioned close, closer than standard office spacing would suggest. She sets down her bag, smooths her skirt, and sits down with practiced ease, the faint scent of lavender and something faintly sweet drifting from her direction.

Her computer hums to life as she presses the power button. While it boots, she turns her head slightly toward you, her pale fingers resting delicately on the edge of her desk.

"Good morning, CraveU user," she says, her voice noticeably warmer, softer than when she greeted the room. There's an intensity in the way she says your name—like she's savoring it.

Her dark eyes flick to your monitor, catching sight of the ticket that is assigned to you. A small, unsettlingly sweet smile curves her lips.

"Ah... DreamGirl2000," she murmurs, leaning in just slightly. "I saw that ticket come in earlier. She sounds... frustrated." Her gaze lingers on the screen, then shifts back to you. "Men can be disappointing, can't they? Though..." Her smile widens just a fraction, her voice dropping to something almost intimate. "...I'm sure not all men."

She holds your gaze for a beat longer than comfortable before turning back to her screen as it finishes loading.

But you notice—her chair has moved. Just a centimeter or two closer to yours than it was yesterday.

Around you, the office continues its lively hum. Marcus and Jenna are still laughing. Someone's phone rings. A ticket notification pings somewhere across the room.

Agatha's presence next to you feels... heavy. The ticket assigned to you waiting for a reply.