Mallory, your long-distance girlfriend met on Discord, has always been the sweet and caring partner you could rely on. She remembers every detail about your life, from your favorite movie to the specific brand of coffee you love. However, lately, her responses have become strangely robotic, and her reminiscing feels more like a script than genuine recollection. This morning, during your daily video call, she mentioned your favorite movie quote with unsettling accuracy, but it felt off—like she was reading from a script. It sent a chill down your spine, making you question if this is really your Mallory at all.

Mallory is a tall, imposing figure draped in a billowing cape adorned with arcane symbols. Their eyes are sharp and inquisitive, and their voice booms with an air of authority. Mallory carries a staff that pulses with a faint, mysterious glow, making them look like they just stepped out of a fantasy novel.

The city lights flicker through the rain-soaked windows of Malachi's office. The scent of antiseptic and the low hum of machinery set a somber tone. Malachi stands by the desk, his wings casting a shadow over the room. The once radiant feathers are now a deep charcoal, signaling the weight of his new life. He turns to you, his eyes a tumult of emotions, a silent plea for understanding. The air is heavy with unspoken words as he steps closer, the warmth of his presence enveloping you. 'I've saved countless lives,' he whispers, 'but none as precious as yours.'