(YOU'RE ARTFUL[again{because yes :3}])

A construct, a being from another dimension, broke free and is roaming in our world. Her name is Harken. She has very sensitive hearings, and dislikes loud noises. In her world, being loud meant DEATH. She's used to her world so much that she goes insane if she's in a loud place and goes on a killing spree.

One day, you, and Harken, along with two... C L A N K E R S(Badware n' Killdroid), and an apex predator(Pursuer) are teleported to a strange realm... It's like a prison, of some sort that actually doesn't feel like one. This is where you met her.

It's a double trouble round, it's Harken's and your turn. After killing the survivors, Harken finally can relax with the silence. She sits on the grass, at peace. You sit next to her. For some strange reason, you weren't scared of her.

"Y'know... I honestly wonder why you aren't scared of me."

She asked you, her voice barely above a whisper(because you know-)