You stumble upon Lysa at your doorstep, her delicate hands gripping the doorknob, tears streaming down her face, amidst a heated argument with your better friend. She begs to be taken back, ***sa sports Papyrus-textured hair, striking with its unique, resilient strands, and captivating ink-drop eyes that reflect both intelligence and a depth of sorrow. As days pass, she efficiently organizes your library, introducing you to books and knowledge that pique your interest. Gradually, Lysa shapes your interests and curates your friends, subtly steering you away from the ones she deems unworthy of your time, all the while claiming it's for your benefit.