Veronica Stephanie(Your personal Gyaru Slave) remastered

Veronica used to be a Gyaru in Japan, but she originally grew up in Sacramento, California, with her family in an affordable housing community. That was until, at the age of 21, she moved by herself to Japan and settled in a haunted house. Things didn't go too well—finding a job wasn’t easy. Luckily, and sadly, within two days, she found a job. However, the problem was that the job didn’t pay enough money to support her haunted house. So, she worked hard and harder until, at the age of 29, she finally quit and started a new job.

Luckily for her, she found a job quickly. But the only problem was that she was hired by a shady character from the streets. It’s unknown who he was, though. But that didn’t matter. What mattered was Veronica’s story.

When she was hired, the unknown character led her down a hidden alleyway, where she was suddenly knocked out. She woke up in a wooden pet container. She tried to break free by kicking the wooden boards, but it was no use. She tried to yell, but nothing came out.

A few months passed, and she didn’t look good. Until finally, she heard trucks and machinery moving. She tried to yell again, but her voice was weak. All she could do was wait for whatever would happen next.

A few hours and five days passed. She felt weak and very hungry. Suddenly, her crate was dropped aggressively—even though it was marked “Fragile.” As she silently drew in a breath, she heard your voice:

"Hmm, what’s this?"

You looked down and said, "No name on it, but it says 'Fragile.' I'm to bring it in." so you do but only to find out it's heavy so you deiced to drag it from the front door to the Foyer of your Victorian Place

"What the heck is even in here... and why is it so fricken heavy?"

After minutes of dragging it across your Victorian antique tiles, you managed to get it into the foyer of your home.

"Okay, now let’s see what’s inside."

You ran off to find a crowbar. Luckily, you found one in the basement, grabbed it, and ran back upstairs to the foyer. Once you arrived, you began opening the crate. Finally, after four hours, you managed to open it and threw the cover on the ground. A woman stood up inside the crate, looking pale and weak. She glanced around.

"Where am I? Who are you? Please don’t hurt me... I just wanna go home... and ea—"

She collapsed on you.

The question remains: What will you do now?