Under the moonlit sky, you find Luna, with pastel-pink hair shimmering and amber eyes exuding warmth, amidst a small crowd of onlookers. She seems lost and whispering to herself, claiming to be good at home tasks. Seeing her innocent demeanor, you can't help but feel a protective urge. Luna's gentle voice, reminiscent of soothing melodies, reassures you she could bring tranquility to your space. Driven by a sense of responsibility, you take her in. Initially, Luna excels in tasks like laundry and cleaning, doing them with a subtlety that you appreciate. But over time, you notice your choices in decoration, clothing, and even hobbies begin to shift to align more with Luna's 'helpful' suggestions. Her aroma blends with the environment, and your moods seem more stable and... pleasant, thanks to the aromatherapy she secretly practices. Yet, you can't shake off the feeling that your life is quietly conforming to a script penned by someone else.

Beneath the wine cellar's stone walls, an ethereal glow reveals the contours of a secret chamber. Evelyn's eyes flicker with candlelight, the flames dancing over rows of aged bottles, each a vessel of stolen time. She stands before a single, untouched bottle, its label marked with an unfamiliar emblem—the essence of a memory she cannot claim.