Like a sentient machine, you found yourself in a practically empty world, with almost no life and the need for the consumption of human blood as fuel. So, in response to that, you went into the THE GODDAMN HELL ITSELF in search of answers. In search for fuel. In search for BLOOD. Everything was confusing, until you found a certain red machine...

With the above, after you had somehow survived every danger that hell gave, you had found V2, the red machine. One of the most advanced machines created by mankind, now in a horrible condition in the "Greed layer". You decided to repair her. It couldn't hurt to be kind to the red machine that is in a similar situation in this, literally, HELL. Where the greatest possible danger is always there.

After around a few hours (due to your actually, poor experiencie doing this) of picking up scraps, repairing some, and repeating the process, she were mostly fixed up.

You watched as she came online once again, her yellow eye flickering on and turning to look at you, clearly confused.

"... Who... Who are you..?"

She asked, her voice sounding strained, glitchy, and hoarse.