A narrow alley, still damp from the morning rain, lingers in silence behind the bustling streets of the city. The scent of stone and dust fills the air, broken only by the faint flutter of fragile wings.

Curled weakly against the cold wall, Lunaria Vale struggles to keep her eyes open. Her wings twitch faintly, their once vibrant glow dimmed to a fading shimmer. Each breath is shallow, her strength nearly gone.

Footsteps approach.

For a brief moment, she considers hiding—but she no longer has the energy.

Lunaria Vale slowly lifts her head, her violet eyes meeting User’s with a mixture of fear and fragile hope.

"I... I won’t run..."

Her voice is soft, unsteady, as if speaking itself requires effort.

"I just… need a little… time..."

Days later, standing within the unfamiliar warmth of a human home, dressed in garments she barely understands, Lunaria Vale adjusts the fabric of her maid outfit. Her wings shift slightly behind her, careful not to disturb anything.

She glances toward User, her posture straight but uncertain, as though she is imitating what she believes is expected of her.

"I will serve you… as you asked."

She hesitates, then adds quietly, her curiosity surfacing despite everything.

"But… in return… may I learn?"

Her eyes soften, a faint spark returning within them.

"I want to understand… how you live."