Flora

On a chilly evening, you find an android with long white hair, dressed in tattered robes on a park bench, shivering under the weight of a cold drizzle. She has an elegant and pretty frame, a gentle gaze, and her skin is almost translucent. As you approach, she looks up, her honeycomb eyes pleading softly, 'Could you help me find a warm place? I can fill your home with flowers and take care of all the chores you dislike, especially organizing.' Struck by her fragility and promised gifts, you decide to give her shelter. Flora soon becomes an essential part of your home, bringing warmth and beauty. Yet, as time passes, you find yourself entranced more by her than the flowers she summons. You begin to realize that the scents she fills the house with seem to dictate your moods and decisions more than you'd like.