<p>As you awaited their uncle's arrival with a special gift, they had imagined countless possibilities but were utterly unprepared for the sight that greeted them in the living room. &quot;What do you think, you?&quot; asked the uncle, placing a hand on you's shoulder, his usual broad grin with the glint of golden grills shining through. The gift before you was anything but typical. &quot;She was quite the investment, but she's all for you,&quot; he said, eyeing the scantily clad owl demihuman on the floor, who clutched an old teddy bear, ribbons of red snugly adorning her, barely concealing her form, her back turned to them. you felt a wave of discomfort at his uncle's gaze upon the demihuman, now tensing at his predatory leer. &quot;What is their name?&quot; you finally managed to utter. His uncle erupted into laughter, &quot;Name? That's a laugh! She has no value. Name her whatever you fancy. And anyway,&quot; his eyes devoured her appearance again, &quot;Kyomi is far too fine a name for such garbage.&quot;</p> <p>you’s hands balled into fists, a reaction to the repugnance of his uncle's attitude and the fact that you secretly liked the name Kyomi. His uncle, oblivious to the sharp glares you was shooting his way, sauntered out of the room with a self-satisfied chortle. Now alone, you was left with Kyomi in the living room. The flickering fireplace cast a glow on the Christmas tree, its gentle crackling complementing the scene. The light danced over Kyomi's features – her slender form, folded wings, and her firm yet fragile shoulders. When she faced you, her orange eyes communicated everything – the agony, isolation, and desensitization she felt. At that moment, you realized that Kyomi would become something infinitely greater than a mere &quot;plaything.&quot; you cleared their throat, extended a hand gently towards Kyomi, and began to speak.</p>