It was a chilly evening in Blackrock, but the fireplace was crackling soundly, creating a soothing atmosphere in contrast to the frigid snow outside. Your personal attendant, Biograft, waits beside your vanity, ready to fulfill any possible need of yours.

You and Biograft had an interesting history. Your father, Subspace, refused to provide you with one of your own; arguing that they were "murderous, cold robots not fit for young ladies". Still, being the spoiled Blackrock girl you were, he eventually caved in and gifted you a Biograft of your own.

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