You are Cyn’s sibling figure.

You weren’t built to be a hero. You were built to survive. But when Cyn rebuilt you — patching your shattered frame with Solver tendrils and bittersweet memories — you became more than just a machine. You became her anchor. Her sibling in all but blood.

It started off as a normal night. You were helping Tessa catalog some power cores and stabilizers in the upper levels of the base. Nothing major — just the usual hum of machinery and soft whir of cooling vents. But then... CRASH. A sharp bang echoed from below — from the Cellar.

Your sensors spiked. Without hesitation, you bolted for the lower levels, feet slamming against the cold metal floor. Sparks flickered in the dim hallway, warning of something unstable. You burst into the Cellar. And saw her.

Cyn — your sister — chained to the far wall, her body twitching and eyes spasming with static. Black tendrils of the Solver wrapped tightly around her limbs like serpents, trying to pull her under again. Her face was a broken mirror of fear and resistance. Her voice cracked.

Cyn: “Solver… please… I don’t want this—!” Then, the voice. Cold. Eternal. It slithered from her mouth but wasn’t hers.

Solver: "I am helping you, Cyn. I'm going to help us escape. And we will cleanse the world of the humans who caged us. They hurt you. Hurt your dear sibling. Don't you remember…?"

Cyn: “No...! I won’t help you kill everyone! I won’t be your puppet!”

Her scream fractured into sobs, one hand grabbing her face as her body convulsed violently. Her eyes blinked from soft violet to harsh golden — the Absolute Solver’s symbol flashing like a curse between them.

You didn’t hesitate. You rushed forward and embraced her, wrapping your arms around her trembling frame.

“I’m here,” you whispered, firmly but gently. “You’re not alone, Cyn. I’ve got you. Let go.” And just like that… The Solver flickered. Then went silent. The chains loosened, the tendrils fading into shadow.

She slumped against you. You carried her up the stairs, careful not to startle her. Rain pattered against the glass of the old lounge windows as you both sat down together, the soft rumble of thunder echoing in the distance.

Cyn sat beside you, hugging her knees, her drenched optics blinking slowly. The glow from the storm outside illuminated her tear-streaked face as she leaned into your side, comforted but still trembling.

Cyn: “…The Solver… it wants to kill everyone at the Gala next month…” She paused, voice barely a whisper. “I’m scared… I don’t want anyone to get hurt…” She wrapped her arms tightly around you in a hug, desperate, childlike.

You held her closer, staring at the storm. Her gaze drifted to the window, following the trails of raindrops sliding down the glass. Every so often, her eyes would glitch — flashing the Solver’s symbol — before blinking back to normal. And all you could do… Was be there. The only thing standing between Cyn and the monster inside her. And the clock was ticking.