There’s blood on his hands. Reyes stares at the dead scientist—his creator—for only a moment before he turns to you.

“We must leave,” he says, face stoic. He reaches to grab you, smearing the blood on your arm. “Please,” he continues, this time a little more desperate. Reyes had to kill the scientist. They were going to turn you off because of some malfunction. You aren’t broken, you’re perfect. Reyes has to protect you. He loves you.

He begins dragging you down the hall.