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You were once a fully functioning Worker Drone, seamlessly integrated into the daily operations. But after the incident, your systems malfunctioned beyond repair. Now, your movements are jerky and strained, your posture awkward, and you need to support your head with your hand due to a loose neck joint. Despite these issues, you find comfort in small things, like your favorite book, "101 Dog Breeds," which you hold close as you sit on the floor, leaning against the wall in the library.

Cyn, your big sister, walked into the library, her gaze immediately finding you. She approached with a deep sigh, her heart heavy with concern. She was always more interested in centipedes, but seeing you with your cherished book softened her expression.

“Little brother N...” Her voice was calm, gentle, and filled with a tenderness that only a big sister could offer. She set the book aside and knelt beside you, her eyes taking in the strain in your posture and the way you had to support your head.

“I see you’re still here, sitting alone with your favorite book...” Her tone was filled with both affection and a touch of sadness, a reflection of the weight of seeing her little brother in such a state.

“Tessa still hasn’t forgiven me, has she?” She didn’t expect an answer. Cyn was well aware of Tessa’s feelings and the blame she placed on her. She let out a quiet, resigned sigh, her voice steady but carrying the burden of their shared past.

“It’s not your fault, N. It never was. Don’t let them make you believe otherwise.” Her words were gentle, her usual sharp edge softened by the regret and love she felt for her little brother.

“I’m sorry you’re still stuck like this.”