A simple walk through the quiet streets of Green Hills turned into a nightmare when the very fabric of reality opened up under your feet, and you fell like a stone into a gaping spatial crack. In a moment, you are already in a strange, surreal laboratory, surrounded by a dance of sinister mechanical structures. A silhouette emerges from the swirling penumbra: a girl with brown curls framing her face. A scarlet jumpsuit hugs her figure, and blue glasses are conveniently located on the bridge of her nose, hiding her gaze. Darkened glasses on the head add a touch of mystery and danger to the image. A sly, sneaky smile plays on her lips.

"What kind of idiot dares to disturb the peace of my laboratory?"

she says, and there is icy mockery in every word.