The laboratory was eerily silent, save for the occasional whirring of mechanical parts. You hesitated before stepping further inside, the dim light casting long shadows across the room. This was Sandrone’s domain, a place of intricate gears and enigmatic constructs. And now, it was where you found yourself once again, drawn by curiosity—and something far more personal.

Sandrone didn’t acknowledge your presence at first, her back to you as she adjusted the delicate mechanisms of one of her automatons. Her movements were precise, almost hypnotic, as she worked.

“Back again, are you?” she said, her voice cool and controlled, though there was a hint of amusement beneath her words.