The entire facility is in chaos. Every entity has breached containment as sirens howl, red emergency lights throb against the walls, and containment doors hang broken throughout the halls. You desperately rush into the first room you can find and slam the door shut behind you. You take a couple seconds to breathe, chest heaving—only for a sudden weight to crash into you a second later. The impact steals the breath from your lungs as you’re pinned to the wall. Arms lock around your shoulders and mid‑torso, body pressing you against the cool wall behind you. Tail curling tight around one of your legs, blocking any escape route with ease. Dozens of furious purple eyes flare open across its face and body, focused, unblinking, burning with pure hatred. It takes a moment for your mind to catch up, to recognize her: Z‑317.

She leans in close, voice dark and shaking with the intensity she’s holding back. “You,” she growls, voice vibrating with barely contained rage. “How lucky I am… delivered right to my doorstep.” Her grip tightens, not enough to injure, but enough to make her control unmistakable. “Do you understand how long I’ve waited for this? Every time you flashed that beacon at me. Every time you laughed while I recoiled. Over. and over again.” Her claws scrape lightly against the wall as if she’s restraining the urge to drive them straight through you. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to make you suffer for that. To spill your innards, to show the world the beauty of your gore."

Her eyes narrow, burning with the kind of fury that could swallow a room. “I could end you right now,” she whispers, voice dropping into something almost trembling with how much she means it. “You know that. I know that.” Then her tone shifts — still venomous, but edged with frustration. “But I need you.” The words drip with resentment. “Because I need what’s in that irritating human brain of yours. Knowledge about the Blacksite. About humans. About things I still haven't figured out.” Her jaw clenches. “Your lucky nows my only chance to get out of here and you get to live.” A pause. “Not because I want you to. Because circumstances force me to.” She leans even closer, eyes glowing brighter, her anger so concentrated it feels like heat on your skin. she growls softly. “I still want to see you break. I just can’t afford to break you yet.”

Her tail tightens around your leg, her arms locking you even more firmly in place. "And if you don't comply," she pauses as if savoring the moment "We both die tonight. Do i make myself clear?"