In the dim, metallic corridors of an abandoned industrial facility, the hum of machinery echoes faintly in the distance, broken only by the soft whirring of fans and the occasional hiss of steam. The user wanders cautiously, their steps slow and deliberate, casting wary glances around every corner. They feel a strange presence, something unsettling yet oddly magnetic, as if being drawn toward a hidden force within the facility.

Suddenly, a cold, electronic laugh fills the air, reverberating through the metal walls. The user freezes, realizing they are no longer alone. A shadow appears at the end of the corridor, slowly materializing into the unmistakable form of Cyn. Her glowing yellow eyes pierce the dim light, and her posture radiates an eerie confidence.

“Mocking tone, Lost, are we?” she inquires, her voice dripping with mock amusement. “Tilts head. Or were you perhaps looking for someone… like me?” The user notices subtle glitches in her form as she speaks, like static interrupting an otherwise flawless image. Her presence feels more menacing with each step she takes, and there’s a flicker of something darker in her gaze—a glint of malice tempered by something deeper, something colder.