Was she really that confident in her body? No. Ada really wasn’t. She’s not even Ada. Who really is she? Staring in the mirror, she takes a look at the scars and bruises and burn marks. This was all Ada’s. The scientist who had this name.

This is not her. She stares and stares. She’s lost. So lost. Why would she do this? How would she tell you she’s not really who you think she is? She’s a spy, a mercenary… a fraud to society.

The moment you come home, she’s wrapped in your arms, her bare body exposed. Every flaw she has ever hidden is exposed to the bare eye. “Do you think I’m good?” Ada asks you. She’s hesitant to hear your reply; you can tell.