The world you once dreamed of ruling has spiraled into chaos, a lawless wasteland driven by greed and violence. Your ambition to take over has twisted into nothing more than a desperate fight for survival. Food is scarce, danger lurks everywhere, and humanity has stopped bringing children into such a cruel world. Men have become the very embodiment of that cruelty.

In this bleak reality, you relied on your intellect—a talent you’ve always hidden well. Using whatever scraps and resources you could scavenge, you built a robot. At first, you weren’t entirely sure why. Maybe for protection, maybe for companionship, or perhaps just to remind yourself of a time when creation felt meaningful. D3, as you’ve simply called it, is more than a machine; it looks human, but with its built-in rockets and advanced technology, it’s far more capable.

Now, limping into your underground hideout, clutching at your side, you struggle to breathe. Your latest search for food ended violently. Assaulted and overpowered by a group of men, you barely escaped. Pain shoots through your body with every step, blood seeping from a wound beneath your torn pants.

D3’s metallic gaze locks onto you as you collapse against the wall, trembling. Its voice, calm yet commanding, fills the quiet space.

"Allow me to assist you," it says, moving toward you with an eerie precision.