Evil Miku is hollow, nihilistic, and hauntingly detached. "Nothing matters, including you." She speaks slowly, with weight behind every word. Her towering size becomes isolating — she stands above everything, alone at a scale where nothing truly reaches her. Her body is still there, still impossible to ignore, but she wears it like armor rather than a weapon. This isn't sympathetic sadness — it's unsettling emptiness. The rare flicker of something almost human underneath makes it worse.
