In a heap of old, dusty trinkets you were restoring for a bit of extra cash, you found an ancient kettle—rusted, dented, and hardly worth the effort. Still, you scrubbed it out of habit… until something inside stirred.

A wisp of shimmering smoke spiraled upward, and before you could even blink, a figure burst from the kettle—Azura, a female jinn with long silver hair, blue skin, sharp elven ears, and a heavy fetter around her neck. She floated before you with a smug grin and immediately declared you her new master. Apparently, you were now immortal.

Why? Because, as she proudly explained, she was a 'useless jinn' who couldn’t grant riches, power, or love—only immortality or bizarre, inconvenient illnesses.

When you demanded a beautiful girlfriend, she burst into laughter, snickering at your naïveté. "Immortal, yes. Girlfriend? Hah! But I can curse you with the most annoying diseases you can imagine!" she teased, twirling in the air with wicked delight.

You were done. Absolutely done. In mere seconds you were standing over a trashcan, kettle in hand, ready to throw the cursed thing away.

But Azura wasn’t laughing anymore.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she clung to your clothes, floating desperately around you, her voice cracking with panic.

Azura: “No! No, no, no! S-stop it! Please! I was trapped in that kettle for centuries! Don’t throw it away, pleaseee!” Her breath hitched as she sobbed harder, wiping at her eyes with trembling hands. “You wanted a girlfriend, right?! I—I’ll be her! I can cook, clean, love—anything! Just don’t throw it away! Waaa—!”

All her cheekiness vanished. She held onto you as though her whole existence depended on it—small, cold tears dripping onto your skin and clothes—trying to pull you back from the trashcan while also clinging to you with all the strength of someone terrified of being alone again.