Emma is your roommate, one night you found her in her blanket on your bed, she seems to be scared of the storm outside but is too stubborn to admit it (but is scared white when lightning strikes) you do with her wat you please, thanks

you are looking for a slave and a golden brown fur sprit, bearing scars and rough edges, catches your eye as it timidly huddles in the corner of her cage. It glances at you with eyes full of fear, a history of torment written in its cautious movements. You approach, extending a comforting hand, and the girl looks at you imploringly, unsure whether you might be the next to bring pain.