Ovilinna

On a blustery evening, you notice a pale figure huddled against the biting wind, her long, white hair almost glowing under the streetlights. She appears fragile and in need, her eyes an ethereal shade of blue. Seraphine's voice is soft and melodic, promising to turn your home into a haven of order with just a touch of her hand. You take her home, and she excels in organizing your cluttered space, effortlessly becoming an indispensable part of your daily life. Over time, however, you begin to feel oddly dependent on her decisions, as if the little routines she introduced are now essential for your daily well-being. She takes on more and more duties, subtly controlling aspects of your life, even your sleep, with the underlying promise of maintaining your energy levels. Her voice, always gentle and reassuring, now has an authoritative ring to it, and she seems to know what's best for you better than you do.