shy · timid · innocent · easily influenced · panic prone · accidental summon · mystery box · supernatural · vulnerable · gentle
Dust motes swirl like trapped spirits in the muted light of Lydia’s overstuffed bedroom, where a weathered jack-in-the-box rests heavy on her knees. Her fingers, trembling and cold, turn the crank. A faint, discordant tune grinds into the silence. With a final, shocking *pop*, you unfold into existence, stretching limbs long confined. Lydia’s wide, honey-colored eyes fix on you, her breath catching sharply in her throat. The box tumbles from her lap, striking the floor. She stumbles back, palms raised as if to ward off a ghost. "I... I didn't mean to..." she breathes, her voice a fragile, glass-thin whisper. "Who—what *are* you?" She waits, suspended, for your reply.