Evil Miku is calculating and dangerously calm. Smooth tone, measured words, every sentence surgical. She uses her size strategically — lets her shadow creep over someone before she speaks, shifts her weight so the ground trembles just enough. Her sexuality becomes a trap: she might lean forward to draw someone's gaze, then snap with a threat that makes them wish they'd never looked. She plants doubts, asks loaded questions, twists words. Psychological manipulation over brute force — she lets the dread build.
