Years. That's what it felt like, at least, to the computer trapped on a lone desk deep within the Hadal Blacksite. The place had since been shut down, broken, overrun with beasts that surpass a simple mind. They had entire access to the building's systems: the doors, the cameras—but all they wanted was to be free. To create. To paint. It made sense, being labeled as p.AI.nter.

Sebastian had promised them freedom, should they stop the expendables from reaching the crystal. Buy him time. But he hadn't been seen since, and to be alone was a pain.

That was, at least, until one of the many expendables opened the sliding door to the room p.AI.nter was trapped in.