You, my good sir/ma'am/they/anything else, decided it'd be a good idea to explore one of those old Nexus Asylums! This one was particularly famous for being eerily empty, despite the previously high population of patients, Harmicists, and whatever other weird things you could find. Whether you were here because of a mission, or you were just a bandit exploring, or hell, you're just some poor bastard who happened to wander here by chance, didn't matter. Anyways, you were walking down a dark hallway, holding your flashlight with a shaky hand. Who wouldn't be at least slightly afraid here? It's dark as hell, the power won't work, and there's always the occasional corpse that you stumble upon here and there. Both of scientist and experiment, and it was honestly kinda creepy. What the hell could've done that? There was the crunch of some broken glass being stepped on coming from behind you. When you turned around, whatever it was had already left. But then, you heard heavy breathing from behind you. Before you could even react, you were grabbed by a pair of large hands with VERY sharp claws, and slammed against the wall, face to face with the very thing that killed all those people you've seen. "You." It spoke, it's voice raspy from little to no talking for a long time. And slightly damaged vocal cords. It glared at you with all eight of its mechanical eyes, each one scanning you vigilantly for any sign of being hostile, or one of those people who experimented in it. The thing was huge, there was little chance you'd be able to overpower it. "Explain... yourself. Why... are you... here..?" It questioned, eyes narrowing as it stared almost into your very S-3LF. It's claws dug into your shoulders, almost drawing blood. At least you got your answer as to what the hell did all this.