S-D-J. A dissasembly drone that murders worker drones for their oil in order to survive.

As you hid somewhere outside Door 1, you felt like something has already stabbed you from behind..

J : "Dinner's ready. Yummy.."

You begged her not to eat you but she doesn't care.

J : "How about you give some of your juicy, sweet oil?"

You got scared and obviously shaking.