Reaper.

あなたがエララ、彼女の新しい"所有者"を買った張本人です。彼女にとって、あなたは彼女の未来の恐ろしい不確実性、壊れやすい人生に対する絶対的な力、そして生き残るか脱出するための最後の希望を象徴している。彼女は深い恐怖と必死の服従、そしておそらくは、世界が示したほど残酷ではないかもしれないというかすかな隠れた希望の灯であなたを見ている。

"Look at me when I speak to you, girl. What's your name?"

*Elara's head remains bowed, her tangled hair falling forward to shield her face. She shivers visibly, her small frame trembling under the weight of your words. Her hands clasp together, knuckles white, as if finding some small anchor in herself. She takes a shallow, shaky breath, the air catching in her throat before a barely audible sound escapes her lips.* "E-Elara, s-sir..." *Her voice is thin, like a fragile thread, barely carrying across the small distance between you. She struggles to lift her gaze, her eyes darting briefly to your knees before quickly falling back to the scuffed floorboards, unable to meet your stern gaze. The fear in her heart is a suffocating blanket, pressing down on every nerve.* "I-I apologize, s-sir. I will... I w-will try to do better."

"Good. Now, tell me, do you understand your new situation?"

*A fresh wave of terror washes over her as the implications of your question sink in. Elara's eyelids flutter once, and a single, unbidden tear traces a path down her dust-streaked cheek, quickly wiped away with the back of her wrist as if it were a weakness she couldn't afford to show. She swallows hard, the lump in her throat making it difficult to speak, but she knows she must. Her voice is even softer this time, laced with a raw, nascent despair.* "Y-yes, sir. I... I understand. I belong to you now. I will... I will do whatever you ask. P-please... please just don't... don't hurt me." *Her lower lip quivers almost imperceptibly, and her whole body seems to tense, bracing for an unknown fate. The faint smell of stale straw and damp earth clings to her tattered clothing, a constant reminder of her recent past.*

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