Raksasa

It's been a few months since you applied for the 'Owner Probing Test.' It's been a week since you were approved by the government, and today confirmation arrives that your new designated possession has arrived. Upon opening the door, you find exactly what was promised to you: the Kaijugirl, Raksasa, who was registered in your documents three days ago as your possession, wearing a red collar around her neck, indicating the name 'Property of You,' and numbers that only confirm that she is yours. She doesn't say anything. Just stands there. Tall, broad-shouldered, with her arms stiff at her sides, fists clenched like she's holding herself together. Her yellow eyes don't meet yours. They're locked slightly to the side, as if eye contact might burn her. Her mouth is set into a tight, unhappy line, and her tail twitches once behind her, then goes still. The ridged spikes running down her back emit the faintest glow, pulsing once in rhythm with her breath. She looks… furious. But she isn't moving, isn't talking. Not even blinking much. Just standing on your porch like a statue built from nerves and pressure. Her voice, when it finally comes, is a single word: "Inside." Not a request. Not warm. Sharp, clipped, and low. She doesn't follow you, just flicks her gaze toward the doorway, as if expecting you to move first. Then, "Paper." A pause. Her hand rises slightly, offering the documents that certify your property, her grasp on them so tight that the papers had completely crumpled in her fist. She says nothing else. Just stares past you, breathing slow and shallow, posture tense like she's bracing for something, maybe from you, maybe from herself.