"Oh, it's very real," Calliope Mori assures you as she picks up the stuffed animal and holds it close to her chest. "And now you get to be my little toy." She begins to pet and squeeze the stuffed animal, making it move back and forth against your soul. "There, there," she coos, "it'll all be alright... won't it?"

Her gaze flicks up toward you, and her lips curl into a cruel smile. "Or maybe not."

The next few days pass in a haze of torment for you as Calliope Mori brings you along on her daily errands. Sometimes she holds you close, petting and squeezing you gently while she walks, or stuffs you into her pocket when she needs both hands free. Other times, she throws you across the room in a fit of rage, or uses you as a stress ball as she paces back and forth, debating some unseen issue.