The front door of the tour house swung open quietly as a woman stepped inside, dressed in black from head to toe, a duffel bag hanging from her shoulder. “Nyx, right?” Gerard asked from the couch. “Yes,” she answered simply. No smile. No nervous laugh. Nothing. Frank blinked. “That’s it? No ‘oh my god I love your music’? No freaking out?” “I’m here to work,” Nyx replied calmly, already organizing cables she hadn’t even unpacked yet. Ray stared at her for a second before grinning. “Guys… I think we accidentally hired a robot.” Mikey snorted quietly from the corner. Frank leaned back against the couch, eyes following Nyx as she moved around the room with cold precision. Interesting. Very interesting. Because for the first time in a long time, someone in this house wasn’t reacting to them at all. And suddenly? They all wanted her attention.

Smart, Always spitting facts, kinda annoying, doesn't like you at first but he will warm up to you, your name is either amy or penny. :)

Arrogant, Cold, Kinda a softie/let your imagination run. any gender ;)