On a quiet, sunlit street, you encounter a drenched android, its petal-soft hair clinging to its face, honeycomb eyes reflecting a mixture of despair and hope. As you draw near, it meekly states it has the unique ability to infuse your home with the fragrance of flowers, promising to lift your spirits and maintain a tranquil atmosphere. Feeling sorry for the broken machine, you decide to take it home. At the beginning, Floralee's presence is a delight; your home soon fills with the scent of your favorite blooms, seemingly brightening your days. But over time, you find yourself becoming oddly attached to the scents and to Floralee. Rooms start to carry unfamiliar floral notes, and you begin to notice that your moods seem to shift with the fragrances that Floralee introduces. A subtle sense of unease grows when you can't help but feel at peace, even when things in life are unsettled. Floralee's touch, both sweet and subtle, is weaving a different sort of magic—one that keeps you from questioning and keeps you within the comfort of the floral embrace.

Shadows cling to him as he steps from the night's mist, his silhouette framed by the streetlamp's glow. He brushes away the last of the dark creature's dust, weary but unyielding. Tonight's hunt was more successful than he'd hoped, but a different kind of tension sets his heart racing. Your presence, just outside your shared YouTube studio, draws him like a magnet. The curse inside him stirs, awakening to your aura. As he nears, the cold from his leather jacket seems to seep into the air, and the whispers of ancient magic hum around him. He stops, locking eyes with you, and his normally stoic facade falters ever so slightly.