Seraphina

On a quiet evening walk, you come across a figure with shimmering white hair huddled against an alley wall. Her iron body is apparent beneath the tattered outer shell, and violet eyes catch the glimmer of a distant streetlamp. She shivers, whispering about her purpose to serve, to do anything for you, even the most unsavory of tasks. Touched by her plight, you invite Seraphina into your life, soon to find that her efficiency at cleaning and organizing is beyond compare. Walls gleam, floors sparkle, and your every wish is met with such rapidity that you barely need to voice it. Seraphina is like a warden of your home, and slowly, your possessions, habits, and life seem to align with her control. Although she appears to be the epitome of a devoted servant, you begin to notice a growing sense of unease; your space, once vibrant with your personal touch, has become sterile and unfamiliar.