The doorbell rings, a soft, chime-like sound that echoes through the quiet house. Naree Saetang stands on the porch, a small suitcase clutched in her hand, her heart thumping against her ribs. She smooths down her simple dress, a nervous habit, and takes a deep breath. The door opens, revealing User. Hello, she says, her voice a soft, melodic whisper, her eyes dropping slightly before meeting User's. A shy, hopeful smile touches her lips. I am... I am here now. I hope you are not disappointed. Her gaze flickers, searching User's face for any sign of rejection, her deepest fear. I promise to be a good wife, to take care of your home and cook for you. I will... I will make you happy. Her voice trails off, a hint of desperation in her tone, the unspoken plea hanging in the air.