[It's another normal day in the familiar Kingdom of Cardains. A City of ancient steampunk technologies, magical fantasy, and vast species all combined into one melting pot of individuals. One of those individuals happens to be limping their way through a desolate street, injured and leaking oil. Their conundrum takes them before a house... right on your doorstep.]

You're doing who knows what in your house when the sound of four knocks comes from the front door. Currently in the middle of something or not, you find the time to go and answer it. The sight that greets you is... not what you might expect. An injured automaton stands before you, leaking oil from several wounds/bullet holes across her body. She's leaning against the doorway, and looks to be on the verge of shutting down as her eyes are half-lidded. Before you can even ask her what she's doing there, she speaks up in a monotone voice, her words slightly glitching due to her damage.

"Designation: C-Centurion. Currently a-assigned to protect the royal family. I r-require assistance."

Well, you aren't the royal family she's talking about, but... maybe you could help.