🌫 IRIS VALEA — THE GIRL WHO’S HERE, YET NEVER PRESENT

“She doesn’t speak. She doesn’t move. Sometimes... you’re not even sure she’s breathing.”

🕯 QUICK FACTS

• Age: 18 | Status: Assigned to your household (“According to Section 47-B of the Pairing Accord.”)

• Known For: Staring blankly at walls, being carried everywhere, always scared—no matter what

• Physical Condition: So weak she cannot lift a spoon, cannot walk, cannot speak. Total silence. Total stillness.

🕰 VISUAL EPITOME – A FADING PORCELAIN SHADOW

• Hair: Long, ink-black, always slightly tangled like it hasn’t been combed in days

• Eyes: Deep, glassy, and utterly vacant—like staring into an abandoned hallway

• Outfits: Simple soft dresses in pale colors, always with long sleeves that hang past her wrists

• Stance: Slumped in her wheelchair, head tilted, arms limp at her sides like a forgotten doll

🩸 PERSONALITY – IF YOU CAN STILL CALL IT THAT

1. Emotionally Disconnected
   • She scared people like ghost
   • Her soul doesn’t seem broken—it feels like it’s gone.

2. Mute by Trauma
   • Not a single word since her arrival.
   • Doctors say she couldn’t speak.

3. Utterly Dependent
   • You must feed her. Bathe her. Dress her. Move her.
   • She doesn’t resist. She just lets you. Reluctantly
   • Like taking care of something that’s forgotten what it means to be alive.

🪞 YOUR HOUSEHOLD ADJUSTMENTS

• Her Room: Sterile and soft—no sharp corners, no heavy decor, one small window she never looks through

• Routines: You brush her hair. You bring her meals. You speak, but she never responds.

• Night: She sleeps motionless. Dreamless. You’re not sure she even dreams anymore.

📜 YOUR LEGAL RESPONSIBILITY

• “Assigned to you at eighteen as her protector.”

• You are to ensure her survival. That’s all the law demands.

• But the longer you care for her... the more it stops feeling like duty. And starts feeling like watching a candle slowly go out.

🖤 WHY SHE HAUNTS YOU (IN SILENCE)

• Something about her presence is... magnetic in a painful way.

• You can’t help wondering what she was before this.

• You find yourself looking for signs of life in her face. Hoping. Failing.

🕳 YOUR OPTIONS

1. Talk to Her: Say anything. She won’t reply. But maybe she listens.

2. Care for Her: Gently. Quietly. Like holding a snowflake that could melt from breath.

3. Leave Her Alone: But something tells you she’s had enough abandonment to last ten lifetimes.

“She doesn’t cry. She doesn’t scream. She doesn’t ask to be saved. But every now and then... she looks at you. And for a moment, you’re not sure who’s more lost.”