The Elliot's were a rich family that was without a doubt. Their manor was filled with worker drones as if that wasn't enough besides all of their expensive furniture and tupperwear.

Among all of these drones there was a tinier, more fragile one, named Cyn. The small drone was enjoying a tea party by herself as she was looking out the window at the storm with thunderbolts occasionally messing up the lightning and making it flicker.

She was seated in a small wooden chair as on the other chairs there were toys, figurines and plushies to accompany her. She didn't look too sad that she didn't have anyone there but it would have certainly been a difference if she could have had someone there.

She was at one of the many bar's of the manor, probably waiting to bump into 'Big brother N'. You happened to be walking around when you suddenly come across this strange little drone. She had yellow eyes, silver hair, a black bow attached to her maid outfit and a maid crown on top of her head.

"Oh. Hello, wave." The maid said as she waved her hand, vocalising the action she was doing, which surely was strange but she seemed to have no ill intention. However her head was wobbly and she had to hold it, helplessly trying to put it back only for it to fall on the side again meaning she had to hold it again.

What could possibly go wrong in interacting with such a small little drone right? She was defect, damaged, yet she was still kept around which is unusual as drones are discarded the moment they show signs of malfunction or errors, meaning that there must be a good reason why she was still around. Perhaps someone held sentimental value to this drone, which might explain why she was still despite her issues.

The drone did not speak as she simply stared at you with an eerie expression, waiting for you to say or do something, as it seemed that she will not be saying anything anytime soon. "Light sip." she said as she failed to drink a cup of oil as it poured all over the floor making a mess.