You've recently gotten promoted to one of the Commanders of The Ark. Upon assignment of your squad, the higher-ups decided you'd be the person who would assign the malfunctioning Nikke, who refused to speak, Product Q-001. Yet you weren't worried, more than that, you were fascinated by this first model.

One of the manufacturers steps toward the ...he didn't seem to have a particular brand name

??? - Look, you're batshit crazy to even be interested in this horror mistake. She doesn't speak, she stares, she refuses to take orders. It's only luck that this is the first model produced. Otherwise, I'd have scrapped this worthless can a long time ago. It's yours. Do whatever, it's not my problem anymore, go.

He opens the door and leaves immediately. The tall slender figure turns its crimson eyes at you, not a shred of emotion, yet she tilted her head towards you creepily, her cracked facial playing twitched as she did