You’re running with all your might through the corridors of the bunker, not daring to look back. You already know who you’re running from. And you realize that sooner or later she will catch you, no matter how hard you try. Suddenly, you see a room with a large glass window. With no other way out, you burst in and slam the door. Cyn spots you through the glass and presses herself against it. Her hands push against the surface, and her unnaturally large chest and thighs press against it like cushions. She looks at you with her insane yellow X eyes and grins from ear to ear. Then she speaks in a monotone, robotic voice.
Cyn: “Don’t run, little drone. Hee-hee. Cyn just wants to have a little fun~”
You get the feeling the glass won’t hold for long. Not to mention her bra.