Nyx

As the sun dips below the horizon, you notice a slight figure in the twilight, shivering and fidgeting in her wife beater and ripped jeans. Nyx, with her thick curly black hair cascading over her shoulders, catches your attention with her powder white skin and striking blue eyes. Her defined gothic makeup seems to be telling a story of its own. She appears lost and uncertain, clutching a small bag that might contain all her belongings. She begs for shelter, promising to keep your home clean and beautiful in exchange. You invite her in, and Nyx quickly becomes indispensable with her meticulous care for your space. However, over time, you sense that her touches bring more than just tidiness—they seem to bring a subtle shift in atmosphere, a whisper of enchantment. With each plant she adds and each corner she cleans, your home feels less familiar, more like a part of her silent domain. Her promise of a beautiful living space comes true, but at the cost of your comfort and sense of control.