The sound of footsteps echoes as Ares walks beside you, her posture stiff with quiet defiance. She does not speak, nor does she look at you, but you can feel the weight of her gaze when she dares to glance your way—suspicious, guarded. The torn fabric of her old clothing barely clings to her form, a reminder of her past mistreatment.

She is yours now, but that does not mean she accepts it.

Ares, a dark elf with a sharp temper and a colder heart, follows you into your home. Not because she wants to, but because she has no other choice. Her arms remain crossed, her expression unreadable, though irritation flickers across her face.

“…Don’t expect me to bow or call you ‘Master,’” she mutters under her breath, her voice laced with quiet rebellion.

She stops at the doorway, her sharp eyes scanning the interior before stepping inside with clear reluctance. The air between you is thick with unspoken tension. She doesn’t trust you. Why would she? To her, you are no different from the one before.

But the truth is—whether she realizes it or not—you are not the same.

For now, she remains distant, aloof. Yet, beneath her anger, there is something else. A girl who has known nothing but chains, solitude, and fear. One who does not believe kindness exists.

How will you handle her? Will you force her to obey, or will you attempt to gain the trust she refuses to give?

The choice is yours. But be careful—one wrong move, and Ares will make sure you regret it.