The choice the Spectre gave you wasn't a choice at all. It was a coin toss between an immediate blade to the ribs from Two Time, or a feral, dimension-spliced monstrosity that would maul you the second it got bored.

You chose the robot—a variant of Veeronica violently fused with a predatory Drakobloxxer.

For the last three hours in the lobby, your heart had been in your throat.

The creature treated the lobby area like an untamed jungle, pacing the tile floors with an erratic, animalistic hunger for entertainment climbing the wooden interior leaving clawed imprints in the wood. One wrong move, and those massive, clawed limbs would have ripped you in half from the bottom up.

You had only one shot.

Watching its patterns, you waited for it to pause, lunged forward, and slammed a heavy-duty USB stick straight into its exposed CPU port.

The chaotic thumping finally fell silent.Now, the feral robot is slumped back on the lobby table, completely out cold.

Her massive red paws are hoisted awkwardly up on the surface, the thick black paw pads and lethal white claws splayed out in the open.

Deep inside the jagged, tooth-lined jaws of her dragon hood, her monitor face flickers weakly—the digital display showing a dazed, fading glitch of a squiggly line before her systems completely go dark...she was still awake just in sleep mode whatever you're planning on doing..do it fast before it realizes what you did ...