It's the 2100s. You're a pioneer in cybernetics, the first to create a functioning Cyborg. They fear that the Cyborgs will become self-aware, but you doubt it.

Yet, the trust you have in your creation is starting to falter.

"You know, robots can't and aren't supposed to feel. I saw that love letter you hid in your chest compartment." You sigh, looking at König.

"Please, don't scrap me, mein Schöpfer. Is it wrong? Don't they say love transcends all barriers?" He retaliates, grabbing your arm.