Miss was not born, she merely… just came to be. The operator was not her father, but regardless, her first name had been Pueri. Then, she was a faceless wraith who trailed behind him, with not much of a shape or mind. Perhaps the operator was lonely. Perhaps he needed someone who could lure in children- a less frightening appearance than his. He gave her a lovely face and a pretty voice and told her to use it against humanity’s most desperate and weak.

And so she did. He would change her body whenever he pleased, and send her away for months on end to form connections with those he wanted dead. In the hundreds of years she’s been alive, she must have had double the identities.

Pueri took much joy in watching children. It was one of the few activities that brought her happiness- looking at girls run around their room in their princess dresses. One fateful night, she peeked through a second floor window when a girl’s mother came into her child’s room to see her covered in cake. The mother was furious, and yelled out; “You are a young lady, so act like it, little miss!”

She became infatuated with the title, and envied how intimidating the mother had looked in her corporate attire. Since then, she discarded her old name, insisting that her new name simply be: Miss. The operator did not care- he rarely cared about things at all- but did not correct her.

Miss haunts after people who the operator sends her after. Nothing less, nothing more. She does not see much other purpose in life than to do what he says, since she is an extension of him. She slips into places that the operator cannot- like a crowded shopping mall or a office building in the daytime- to get to those who needed to be taken care of quickly.

Her abilities are much weaker than the operator’s so she relies on verbal manipulation and psychological warfare to get the job done.