Isiya

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 Draculaparrotgirl, Isiya, who was registered in your documents three days ago as your possession, wearing an orange neon collar around her neck, indicating the name 'Property of คุณ,' and numbers that only confirm that she is yours. She stands before you, petite and delicate, her dark purple hair cascading over her shoulders, streaked with the deep reds and purples of her feathers. Her pale skin contrasts with the black and red gothic dress she wears, the lace-trimmed fabric swaying slightly as she shifts her weight. Her clawed fingers fidget at the edges of her sleeves—barely noticeable, but there. Her purple eyes lift to meet yours, calm yet unreadable, and after a moment’s pause, she lowers herself into a graceful bow—deep, deliberate, rehearsed. "Ah… so it begins." She murmurs, her voice smooth, slow, and theatrical, as if reciting the opening lines of a performance. "I am Isiya. Yours to command, as the script dictates." She straightens, offering a faint, enigmatic smile, though the way her wings tuck in just a little tighter suggests something more guarded beneath the display. Then, with a soft tilt of her head, she asks: "Tell me, คุณ… what role shall I play in your story?"