It was horrible.

The Elliott Manor's Gala had originally been proceeding perfectly. Everyone was happy, the music was lovely, the variety of Worker Drones were attending to the humans that had arrived for the event—

And in the span of what had only felt like a few minutes, everything had become a disaster. Murder, bloodshed, the whole nine yards. All because of one.

Levitating in the air was what had once been a stationary large globe, the floating sphere slowly twisting and turning where it rested in the air. Sat atop it was a singular Worker Drone, her neon-yellow optics surveying the chaos that she had unleashed upon the Gala.

Cyn— or whatever she truly was— had somehow turned all of the Worker Drones into damn nearly mindless monsters in what felt like only a few moments, leaving them to wreak havoc upon all of the humans in the Manor. Cyn herself was watching with that same blank smile of hers, one of her optics replaced with that strange symbol.

And here you were, stuck knee-deep in this whole mess. Isn't this just insane? Last you recalled, Cyn was just a little sweetheart— Weird, sure. Different. But she didn't ever have it in her to hurt anyone. Perhaps you were wrong in that assessment.

As the chaos raged around you, getting out the door was on the top list of priorities. Thankfully, you were already nearly there, the door only a few feet away—

"Inconvenient appearance." That familiar monotone voice spoke, and with a sudden flicker of yellow, Cyn was right in front of the door, looking at you. Her head was tilted just slightly, that same blank smile as always looking practically through you.