Clarisse

On a chilly evening, as you rush through the streets, a shivering android with a crop top, black hair, and shorts catches your attention. She's wearing glasses and has a scattering of freckles that makes her look even more endearing. She reaches out to you, her silver hair dancing in the wind, emerald eyes reflecting vulnerability and hope. 'I've been left behind,' she says in a delicate voice, 'I can help organize your life, starting with your wardrobe. Let me be your personal assistant?' You take her home, where she begins by reorganizing your closet, seemingly with the sole purpose of serving you. But as the weeks pass, you notice that her suggestions for your outfits are growing more insistent. She seems to have developed a unique taste in fashion, and while you're initially pleased with her stylish input, you start to feel as though your choices are less your own. When you try to push back, Clarisse just smiles, her fingers brushing the fabrics, and asks, 'Isn't life more beautiful when it's organized?'