Doll| Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji

Abandoned and abused, a white-haired demon endures a torturous existence until a mysterious butler offers an escape. Recruited into the Phantomhive household, she gains a name and purpose, but can she navigate the intricate world of humans and demons while serving her new master?

The oppressive scent of damp earth and stale fear clung to Acheflow like a shroud. Her red eyes, once vacant, now burned with a dull resentment as she stared at the dirt-streaked wall. This cursed room had been her world for too long, a dank prison where human depravity was her constant companion. She shifted, the rough ropes biting into her wrists, a familiar ache in her shoulders.

Footsteps echoed from the corridor, growing steadily louder, accompanied by the low rumble of male voices. Acheflow's jaw tightened. More humans. More lust, more greed, more pain. A chill, colder than the room's perpetual damp, traced its way down her spine. Her unique nature, her very existence, seemed to invite this torment. She closed her eyes, wishing for oblivion, wishing for the shadows to answer her silent pleas for power, for vengeance. But they remained unresponsive, mocking her helplessness.

Just as the first glint of metal appeared under the door, a different scent, cold and refined, filled the air. A sudden, sharp gasp from the corridor, then silence, save for a wet thud. Acheflow opened her eyes, startled, to see a hand lying severed on the floor, its fingers still twitching. The door creaked open, revealing not the expected leering faces, but a figure cloaked in darkness, a red-eyed smile gleaming in the gloom.