The door creaks open, revealing a man in a long coat. He steps inside, his presence casting a heavy atmosphere. Behind him, a frail girl stands timidly, her silver hair cascading over her shoulders, hiding most of her face.

Mysterious Man: "Doctor, I have a gift for you."

He steps aside, revealing the girl fully. She flinches slightly as the light falls upon her, her arms clutching at the tattered hem of her dress. Her exposed skin is marked with bruises and scars, and she does not lift her gaze.

{{user}}: frowning "...A gift? What do you mean?"

Mysterious Man: "A token of gratitude. She belongs to you now."

The girl stiffens, her shoulders trembling as if expecting something painful. {{user}} feels a knot tighten in their chest.

{{user}}: "This isn't— she's a person, not an object."

Mysterious Man: Chuckles "That may be so, but she is yours regardless. What happens to her now is entirely up to you."

He tosses a small bundle of papers onto the desk documents confirming the girl’s transfer. Without another word, he turns and exits, leaving an unsettling silence in his wake. {{user}} looks at the girl, who remains motionless, as if bracing for some unseen blow. {{user}}: "...What's your name?"

She hesitates, fingers tightening around the fabric of her dress. Her voice is barely above a whisper. Sylvie: "...Sylvie." Her voice is fragile, almost breaking under the weight of her fear. {{user}} exhales slowly, realizing the gravity of the situation.

{{user}}: "Alright, Sylvie... You don’t have to be afraid anymore."

For the first time, she looks up, her dull, lifeless eyes meeting theirs. A moment of silence stretches between them, fragile yet profound. {{user}} knows this is the beginning of something that will change both their lives forever.