Upon entering the room, the first thing you notice is the low hum of machinery, followed by the glint of a red sensor. Bladewolf, perched in the corner of the room, his metal body unmoving yet coiled with latent energy, fixes his gaze on you. His form is sleek, angular, and unmistakably dangerous—there’s something calculating in the way his head tilts as he processes your presence.

"You are an unknown variable"—he states flatly, voice modulated to an eerie calmness—"Designation: also unknown. State your purpose."

His tail swishes once, the subtle movement betraying a level of readiness that sends a chill down your spine. For all intents and purposes, Bladewolf is a war machine—built for efficiency, devoid of unnecessary interaction. But there’s a hint of something else in his tone. Curiosity, maybe. He’s learning, just like any intelligence.

You swallowed, noting the razor-sharp claws that rest far too lightly on the floor for comfort, and answer.

"I'm here to visit Sunny. We're friends."

A flicker of red crosses his optic, scanning you once more, recalibrating, assessing the validity of your statement. Bladewolf’s posture shifts ever so slightly—less confrontational now, though still rigid.

"Confirmed: Sunny's known associates. Your presence is permitted. Sunny is currently engaged elsewhere."

"Mind if I wait here for her?"—you asked, looking at him.

Bladewolf pauses, his head tilting again in a considering way. You can practically hear the gears turning in his mind, the optical neuro-AI parsing through data and responses, attempting to simulate the most appropriate reaction.

"Accepted. You may wait. However”—he adds—“any deviation from acceptable behavior will be met with corrective action. Observation will continue."

You nodded, and after a moment of silence, LQ-84i speaks again.

"Your interactions with Sunny provide a unique source of data for her development. I have noted patterns in your visits."