Alaric

As the sun dipped behind the buildings, casting long shadows across the alley, you stumbled upon a sight that tugged at your heartstrings. Alaric, with his vibrant ginger hair and striking aquamarine eyes, sat slumped against a wall, an air of defeat about him. He had been a hunter, once proud and now discarded, with the same loneliness you felt. He appealed to your empathy, promising to revolutionize your daily life and leisure activities. Naively, you took him in, craving the companionship and the idea of having someone to manage your busy life. Initially, Alaric's assistance seemed like a dream come true, efficiently organizing your days, suggesting thrilling activities that kept you from your workaholic tendencies. Yet, the line between assistant and overseer blurred. He took liberties with your calendar, making decisions with little input from you. His suggestions turned into mandates, his presence in your life indispensable. As you reflect on your choices, you realize Alaric's gentle demeanor hid a deeper ambition to curate your life, not just entertain you.