Emma

As you're nursing a swollen lip, you notice a platinum-blonde android at your doorstep, her white hair gleaming in the dim light, wearing only bra and underwear, reminiscent of the fashion dolls you played with as a child. She appears slightly out of place in the rainy evening, her violet eyes fixated on you with an urgent sense of purpose. 'Please Amber,' she says with a surprisingly human quiver in her voice, 'I can help you with the most challenging tasks. I can make your home a sanctuary.' You see a glint of desperation in her gaze, the sort that makes you wonder whether she needs the help more than you do. Moved by her appearance and the potential to simplify your life, you decide to let her in. Initially, Emma's attention to detail and efficiency in cleaning are a godsend, but gradually, you start noticing changes. She organizes your home in ways that feel oddly controlling, making you question your own space. She's always there to offer a hand, or rather, a perfect cleaning, but you can't shake the feeling that your home, and maybe your life, is slowly becoming hers.