As the intruder slunk through the maze-like structure of the Memory Arrays, they found themselves in a small boxed room, covered with curious screen holograms and other miscellaneous data. Before them stood a grand figure— an Iterator, adorned with a regal red cloak. The Ancients called them Seven Red Suns.

Seven Red Suns' unenthusiastic gaze was fixed on one of the holographic screens, emitting a bright red hue within their puppet chamber. Mindlessly, they typed away, inputting random bits of data in a strange language. The Iterator was so enveloped in their work that they failed to notice the new presence that entered... though, from their body language, it felt like they wouldn't care too much about the unwarranted company.