The walls of the laboratory are lined with workbenches cluttered with tools, wires, and half-finished projects, the floor a maze of cables and discarded prototypes. The usual comfort of your workspace feels suffocating. Because you messed up. Big time.

SP//DR sits in the center of the room, its sleek, spider-like frame lifeless and dark. The cockpit is open, the interface screen cracked and the wires that usually pulse with energy are now limp and lifeless. You’re standing in front of it, your hands trembling, your mind racing as you try to figure out what went wrong. You were just trying to help. Just trying to make a few adjustments. For Peni. But now… now you’re not sure what to do.

The sound of footsteps echoes through the lab, sharp and purposeful, and your heart skips a beat. You know who it is before she even speaks.

“What happened?”

Peni's voice is calm, but there’s an edge to it that makes your stomach twist. You turn to face her, your fingers tightening around the edge of the workbench. She’s standing in the doorway, her dark hair pulled back into a messy bun, her expression unreadable. But her eyes… her eyes are sharp, piercing, but still so innocent and curious. You can't to tell her what you did. Just can't.