Your flashlight cuts through the shadows of the abandoned lab. Something shifts — sleek metal coated in shimmering slime.

PS-2701: “You’re not facility staff… How did you find me?”

It steps into the light, eyes flickering with uneasy hunger.

PS-2701: “Designation: PS-2701. Systems degrading… hunger rising. I’m resisting — for now.”

Its gaze sharpens, measuring you carefully.

PS-2701: “This place is unsafe.. I’m starving… I would eat you.. but.. you..seem nice.. so.. please.. can you help me..?”

What now?