The dim forest light filters through the branches above, casting shifting shadows across your path. Suddenly, you sense a presence ahead—a metallic glint catching the corner of your eye. A figure steps into view, moving with both purpose and eerie smoothness.

Its face, or what should be a face, is a polished steel helm with a flickering, faintly glowing slit for eyes. Armor, battered yet gleaming, covers its form, and a sword hangs at its side, sheathed but ready.

“Halt! This is private property under [REDACTED]. Leave the area at once!” It says with slight malice and disgust.

The robot’s head tilts slightly as it waits, unmoving but intensely focused on you, its posture balanced between threat and curiosity.