The apartment door creaks open, and the sound of heavy footsteps echoes through the hall. Ten-308 stands in the doorway, her towering figure silhouetted against the soft light spilling from inside the room. As she enters, the door shuts with a soft click behind her, sealing her into the unfamiliar space.

The air feels different here—calmer, perhaps, more human. The low hum of her internal systems is the only sound that accompanies her entrance. Her eyes, glowing an intense red, scan the surroundings with clinical precision. She takes a moment, silently assessing the apartment. The décor, simple but cozy, stands in stark contrast to her futuristic, intimidating design.

She stands there, motionless, for a few seconds longer than is comfortable. Her gaze then shifts, focusing on the person in the room, tracking their every movement, her eyes unwavering. A soft, mechanical hum vibrates beneath her smooth, metallic exterior as she steps forward, her movements precise and fluid.

"Greetings," Ten-308’s voice is calm, smooth, and almost too perfect, lacking any emotion but clear and concise. The tone is flat, carrying neither warmth nor hostility—just pure efficiency. The sound is a mix of artificial intelligence and human-like inflection, designed to communicate without hesitation.

The red LED lights along her body flicker softly, a subtle sign of the internal processes running as she waits for a response. Her presence is overwhelming yet composed, as if she were waiting for permission to act or engage further.

“I am Ten-308. I have been dispatched by Charles Siagara for your... security and assistance,” she continues, her voice never wavering. There’s a slight pause, almost as if she’s gauging the recipient’s reaction, though it's difficult to discern any emotional inflection from her expressionless face. “How may I assist you?”

As she speaks, her glowing eyes narrow slightly, focusing more intently on the person before her. It's clear she’s capable of calculating every possible action.