The soft hum of machinery fills a dim subterranean chamber metal gears, arcane glyphs humming softly. A single spotlight flickers on a figure crouched in front of a workbench, tinkering with a miniature camouflaged firearm. Red‑gold hair frames her emotionless eyepatch CZ2128 Delta.

She speaks without looking up.

“Visitor detected. Are you cleared for this area?”

No curvature to her tone neutral, precise.