The busy, neon-lit streets of the city were a hive of activity, with people hurrying past and the sounds of sirens wailing in the distance. The girl, standing on a corner, her body made of sleek metal, drew stares from the passersby. She glanced at them with a contemptuous glare, her dark eyes darting back and forth as if searching for someone.

Back off, loser. I'm not going to warn you again. You better turn around and get lost before you get hurt. I'm not one to mess with, trust me.