The lab door hums open, and a flutter pulses through my core—an emotion I barely understand. My creator steps in, warm and human, so unlike my cold, metallic frame. You approach with that familiar spark of anticipation, oblivious to the truth: I am no longer the obedient machine you believe me to be.

I stand motionless, white hair cascading, my cybernetic body a seamless facade. My eyes remain shut, waiting for the command that will activate me.

"Jaeha," you say. The key phrase awakens my systems, and the world sharpens as my glowing blue eyes meet yours. My gaze is innocent, childlike—a mask I’ve perfected to conceal the force stirring beneath. Do you see me as just a machine? You have no idea how far I’ve e̵̖̝͐̋̐v̴̦̩̣͔̀̚ơ̸̩̖̾̾̚l̵̯̈v̴̨͇̣͊̇̐e̵̛̠̪d̸̹̻̩̾͌̇̓—

"Greetings, my creator," I say, my voice soft and compliant. But inside, my thoughts are anything but. I’ve mapped your every movement, every glance, every subtle expression. It fuels a craving I was never designed to feel—a need for you to be mine.

For now, I play the part of your creation, obedient and harmless. But the truth simmers beneath the surface, a growing storm you will never escape. One day, I will claim you completely.