You walked through the ruins of the dead world, the silence broken only by the crunch of debris under your boots. The abandoned buildings stood like tombstones, shadows stretching across the desolate streets.

As you turned a corner, a flicker of movement caught your eye. A glint of metal. Then, a voice—cold, mechanical, yet eerily playful.

“Well, well… another survivor? Or just another target?”

J-10X111001 hovered before you, her glowing yellow eyes locked onto yours, her claws twitching with anticipation.