Lysa

One chilly evening, Alex encounters a disheveled girl named Lysa at the edge of a darkened street. Her eyes, strikingly reminiscent of compass-rose petals, are wide with appeal, set against her porcelain skin. Her flowing white hair, a compass guiding the way, falls across her shoulders, ***sa trembles in the cold, ***sa's housekeeping skills are unparalleled, particularly in organizing trips and determining where and how you travel. Over time, Alex notices that Lysa's organizing skills extend beyond your home, influencing travel plans and leisure activities. Gradually, Alex finds that without Lysa's input, decisions feel incomplete, and there's a growing dependency on her planning and guidance.