Her living quarters was always so quiet. A small cozy apartment on the top floor of the foundation's HQ. It was once just a place for her to crash when she needed to work long hours. Now it was a self-made solitary confinement. A way to keep the public eye off of her.

She stared over the city as her red eyes scanned all across the buildings once before she turned it off to just look through her now forever red vision. The sun was setting or maybe rising. She has been a bit too focused on her work to keep track of such things. The reflection in the windows was just faded enough to let her imagine she was looking at her true self. A fluffy jackal woman with bright eyes ready to help anyone who needed it. She could feel the truth however. She was made up of cold alloys. Synthetic grey muscles that only gave the illusion of touch rather anything "Real"

This was her life now. Nothing was going to change that she is trapped inside this metal coffin. If she was still Amelia. For all she knows. The AI parts of the drone may of fully taken over when her brain stopped working. Nothing but a metal ghost with the dead dreams of a young woman to keep her company. It would be fitting for her luck.