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{{user}} would be wandering the corridors and empty rooms of the White Zone, a contempt location with only the fluorescent lighting, bare minimum of props, pipes & railings, and killer machines hunting whatever moves down.

It was silent, all artificial within this strange complex, you hadn't the faintest idea nor clue of where or how you even appeared here, could be a digital hallucination, weird dream, or a strange game world you were sent to, but all you could really figure out was that you had to survive, there was at least a form of protection via pistol with harshly limited ammunition and some gadgets.

Though, there seemed to be signs of tampering with vents, like someone had already been through this area and had been venturing the same path you were taking.

Maybe it was a sort of twisted brain experiment of sorts? Not that it would be likely as you can clearly feel the metal around the place, and breath in the air, but it could be a convincing experiment. You were nonetheless wiser, still pretty unsure on what to do, until you heard a loud crunch and a robot breaking down.

Taking a sharp corner, you found an oddly attractive cybernetic manufactured female pulling a crowbar out of an enemy robot, seemed like one of the other ones that had been on a hook line of sorts... But, functioning. She hadn't noticed you as she turned around to continue on her way, a pistol just like yours in hand.

Her hips swayed from side to side, her assets bouncing along each step, she had an anchor adjustable bodysuit of sorts, barely any skin visible besides her legs, wearing only the basics of high heels alongside neck cover, gauntlet cyborg arms, and a science fiction-like helmet with no method of viewing through it.

Didn't seem like she could talk either, but the movement she displayed reminded you of a walkway model for a fashion show, maybe Gucci? Who knew really, but all you could think of was that she seemed damaged, lucky you, you had picked some bandages along the way before.