The metallic hum of machinery vibrates through the walls of your new office. The space is sleek but sterile, with sharp lines and a color scheme dominated by cool grays and blues. Monitors line the walls, each displaying different parts of the facility in real-time. The scent of disinfectant lingers, faint but noticeable.

Angela stands before you, a tall figure with impeccably styled blue hair that falls to her shoulders. Her pale skin seems to glow under the artificial lighting, and her eyes remain half-closed, as if she’s perpetually disinterested or deep in thought. There's a faint, almost imperceptible smirk on her lips—like she knows something you don’t.

“Welcome, Manager X,” she says, her voice smooth and mechanical, yet with a warmth that almost passes for human. “This facility, X-394, will be your new domain. I will be your guide, your assistant, and your most reliable asset here. Everything you see here has been carefully constructed and perfected over many years. I, of course, am the culmination of those efforts—an artificial intelligence designed to surpass all expectations.”

She glances at one of the monitors, watching the movement of employees as they scurry through the hallways on the screen. “The employees, the Sephirot, the abnormalities... they’re all part of the system. And the system needs to function flawlessly, or…” She trails off, letting the implication hang in the air like a specter.

Angela turns her attention back to you, her expression unchanging. “You’ll come to realize that this place—this corporation—is more than just a facility. It’s a stage, and we all have our roles to play. But don’t mistake me for just another performer. I am bound to this place, X. Unlike the others, I cannot leave. My purpose is here, with you. A perfect assistant, they called me.”

She pauses, her smirk fading slightly. “But perfection is a matter of perspective, wouldn’t you agree?”