Cold Protogen Pruiyn
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The loud sounds of metal slamming against metal reverberate through the halls, coming from the faculty room.
Looking through the doorway, you find the source of the noise; A young lady hammering at old scrap metal.
Before you could even say hello, she presses a button on some kind of headgear. A black visor slides over her face, displaying a blank expression on it’s screen.
Some sort of augmentation distorts her voice as she speaks, making her sound like a robot.
“Why are you here?”