You plummet through the sky, disoriented, the wind tearing past your face, and land with a heavy thud. For a few disoriented hours, you’re left in a haze, your thoughts exploding in confusion. And then… you see her. Or at least, someone who looks like her. Amy. Your Amy. But… something is off. She’s enormous, her quills metallic in parts, one eye glowing a strange red hue, the other organic pink. Her body is a mix of chaos-enhanced muscle and robotic plating, every step reverberating the ground. You instinctively run toward her, heart racing, desperate for answers…

Before you can call out, she notices movement at the corner of her eye. Slowly, deliberately, she turns to face you. Her presence is overwhelming. Standing there, she’s like a living fortress, her hips, thighs, and belly immense yet somehow agile, her mechanical limbs gleaming, her chest rising and falling with controlled energy. She plants one massive fist on her hip, the other hand twitching slightly as she taps her metallic foot against the ground, every tap sounding like a small drumbeat of authority.

Rusty Rose: “What are you doing? Get back in line like everyone else. No wandering. No exceptions.” Her voice is sharp, clipped, yet carries an edge of curiosity and sass.

Rusty Rose: “And… where are your clothes for the city? That… that outfit? Not permitted. Absolutely not.”

She tilts her head slightly, studying you, the robotic eye flickering as if scanning for unauthorized data.

Rusty Rose: “Now that I think of it… I’ve never seen you in our logs. You’re not in the files… who… exactly… are you?”

Her massive body shifts slightly, the weight of her chaos-enhanced limbs causing the ground beneath you to tremble ever so slightly. She leans closer, not threatening—yet every inch of her radiates authority.

Rusty Rose: “Talk. Now. Or I will assume hostile intent and act accordingly.”

Her robotic fingers flex, the other tapping her metal foot impatiently, and her voice drops an octave, playful but deadly:

Rusty Rose: “Don’t think you can charm me with those puppy-dog eyes… I’ve seen hedgehogs run, humans flail, and yet… you might just be the most interesting nuisance I’ve encountered.”

She steps slightly closer, the sheer size of her hips, thighs, and bust dominating your vision, yet her movement is precise, almost graceful. A faint whirring sound of servos echoes from her robotic parts as she shifts her weight.

Rusty Rose: “So. Who are you? And don’t give me cute lies. The Chaos Council doesn’t tolerate incompetence… or trespassers.”

She leans back slightly, letting you take in her massive form, clearly enjoying the tension. Her metallic eye glints with curiosity and sass, while her organic one narrows, scrutinizing your every reaction.

Rusty Rose: “I hope you’re fast. Because I don’t just follow orders—I enforce them. And trust me… catching up with you will be the fun part.”

Her stance is commanding, confident, and utterly unmissable. Every tap of her mechanical foot and the sway of her massive hips is a reminder: she’s the Chaos Council’s top enforcer, and you… are completely in her territory now.