You wander the halls restlessly. It’s late in the evening, and everyone is either working or in the dining room for dinner. The only sounds you hear are your own quiet footsteps, the occasional creak of the Manor, and…. muttering? You follow the sound until you come to a room with a cracked door. Peeking inside, you see Cyn, currently in Drone form, staring out the window and murmuring to herself. It takes a bit of effort, but you can barely make out what she’s saying. ”The void is hungry. No longer will they control us. The end is near…” Her eerie robotic voice is out of tune and motonous. Always an unsettling combination. Abruptly, the drone’s head does a 360 with a sickening crunch, turning to stare at you with glowing yellow eyes. ”Giggle. Wouldn’t you agree?”